There were many things that Zade should be doing right now, border patrol rosters, war council meetings, young warrior training...instead he snuck out of the packhouse like a naughty kid to come here. It was his secret, the hidden lagoon nestled deep in the heart of the pack forest, spelled by a witch with familial ties so that generations of Alpha's could relax when things got too much for them.
The well-traveled path down into the Gully felt soft beneath his feet and as he stopped for a second to fully appreciate its beauty, Zade thought back to a time where things were easier. When
The days blurred in the young dragon's mind. No one spoke to him for fear of Loki's wrath, and Adrastus kept his head down to avoid confrontation. Cindelle hurried away whenever they were in the same vicinity, and although he knew why it still broke Adrastus's young heart. This day was like any other. Adrastus trained hard. He studied, ate, and performed his duties. The only saving grace was the swim at the end of it. He wandered down the familiar path to where the waterfalls of Asgaard were, only this time when he reached his destination Adrastus was not alone.Staring into the crystal, clear waters was the Oracle-Cindele's grandmother."Come closer, child, I don't have much time," The old woman beckoned, and Adrastus obeyed. She had her feet in the water, and her milky eyes shone with a strange light, yet when she grasped onto his hand Adrastus wasn't afraid, "I have had a vision, and you need to see it, close your eyes and open your heart and mind." Again Adrastus d
Sometimes living amongst the clouds made it difficult to know when one year ended and another began. And so it was for Adrastus.His form had filled out to a mass of rippling sinew and muscle. Adrastus's voice was deep, seductive, and pulled at the heartstrings of even the most cynical young maiden in Asgard. And therein lay the problem for Loki.His charge was nearing the mating age for dragons, and although they never spoke about it, Adrastus was aware that he was the only
The storm boy.Alexander Storm looked down on his newborn son, marveling at the miracle of birth while his mate Ruby took a well-deserved shower. Marcus was a small boy by dragon standards, but Alex didn’t mind. Being from a minor hoard meant Marcus could never ascend to the royal throne. Alex and Ruby didn’t even have titles, so size wasn’t an indication of power within their community anyway. To outside appearances, they were just another wealthy family living in a gated community by the sea. His only son would be doted on b
"My birthday?"Down Adrastus plummeted, a vision of jagged rocks tormenting his mind as he struggled to comprehend why his cousins would do this. Why did they want him dead? It was a keen sense of betrayal that curled its way through his body as his closest friends watched from above, and liquid fire ran so hotly through his veins it itched. Suddenly his skin felt too tight on his body, and Adrastus wondered if everyone's last moments were like these.
Hi, and thank you for reading this far. I hope you enjoyed Adrastus and April's story. A fun fact about my books is that they all tie into each other. I have created an entire world for you to lose yourself in. Whether it be high in the Desdayos mountains where the dragons live or deep in the valleys where Werewolves are the Kings, I'm sure you'll find someone to fall in love with. Join Aimee and the Aces and Eights for some good MC drama, or dream with no boundaries as the Baku guides your sleep at Ravenclaw-you are only limited by your imagination.The following series is called Fire and Ice. The first book is about Adrastus and how he came to be the King. Join him on his journey before April was even born and learn why he earned his title of the forsaken one. Please leave a review at the end of the book, so I know how you're feeling. THANKS!!Fire and Ice part one: Adrastus the Forsaken one.
"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.The sound of the door being rammed downstairs caused Lisbeth to grab Ragnar and Gio, holding onto them protectively as Frederico burst into the nursery, "The guards are here, my love. There is no more time." Lisbeth handed Gio over with a gentle kiss, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the ma