MasukAll Carnelia Majere wants is to live happily ever after with her handsome Dragon Prince, Primus. To grow old watching their children grow. But the universe has other plans. Torn from the loving embrace of her mate, and leaving her children behind, Carnelia is forced into slavery by her twisted sisters Lyra, Cosima, and Nova, who use her as a weapon to defeat the dragons who have enslaved their people and killed their parents--Primus' kingdom! Hated as a traitor to her people, Carnelia's life becomes irreversibly changed when she is placed on the Southern throne as the Sun Queen, the sworn enemy of her mate's nation. Difficult choices await her as she and her prince as they find themselves in separate parts of the world on opposite sides of a brewing war. But despite the odds, a love like theirs cannot be denied. Even if it means burning down the world to bring them back together again. THIS IS THE THIRD and FINAL BOOK in the DRAGON PRINCE series which also includes "Sacrificed to The Dragon Prince" and "Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince" .
Lihat lebih banyak[Primus]Everyone turns to glare at Atremi. “An air drake working for Segundus,” Ona spits as a collar is placed around her neck, smoldering her essence under the weight of humanity. “Segundus, Atremi? Please tell me it wasn’t you.” Atremi doesn’t say anything at first, but as the guards slip a cuff around each wrist and his form dims in color and shape, becoming smaller, the first touch of humility I’ve ever seen on him crosses his face. It’s ironic, considering how he belittled me, trapped and tortured my body, all for the sake of his grand plan. Didn’t he ever consider he might receive a touch of his own medicine? Unable to meet anyone’s gaze, he bows his head to look down at his feet.“I am not the thief,” he declares in a flat, even voice as he slowly raises his head to eye the Archon across the room. “Would a thief walk this treasure into this room willingly?” “Perhaps you expected forgiveness?” The liaison’s face twisted with disgust as she translated the Archon’s growl. “We
[Primus] Our party makes room as three technicians enter from a side chamber. Their robes are as gray as stone, from shoulder to foot, covering pale draconic flesh that shimmers with a similar hue to the Archon himself. His offspring? They have a similar, almost ancient, feel to their energy that resonates with the powers of earth, and something else…a spark of the cosmic that reminds me of my mate’s connection to the void. But then again, everything reminds me of my mate these days. Gods, how I miss her. Before taking their final steps, the trio turns towards the Archon, lifting their arms above their heads as they press their hands together in silent prayer, bowing before the ancient dragon until their spines are straight and parallel to the ground. As their sleeves fall back to their shoulders, the dim light of the cave-like parlor catches the surface of a thin ribbon of metal woven beneath their skin. The sight is startling, each strand of metal snaking along the backs of the
If Liaison Everly was originally from Crystal River Pass, it would mean she was once the Technician stationed at Skyfall, my deceased brother’s realm. Is it possible that she once worked with Segundus, or did she simply observe and report, like most Technicians do? Tilting my head, I give Liaison Everly a long, even look. I think I’d remember a Technician that looked like her–She was far too unique to miss. Maybe she played some kind of lesser role within his manor and was not a member of his court. Maybe she had even been in disguise…pretending to be human, perhaps. With her features, it wouldn’t take much for her to manage a very realistic human disguise. “Primus,” Ona looks over her shoulder as she calls my name. “What’s wrong?” It’s only then that I realize I had been staring a bit too long at our guide. Frowning, I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I already knew I had to be cautious when coming here, because the Technicians were untrustworthy. Not just because th
[Primus] A strange artificial stone lines the tunnel, and I can’t help but stare as the platform descends. I am an earth dragon, and I’ve seen all types of stone, but this substance was outside my experience. It is a type of shaped stone, perfectly formed, its grooves determining not only the course of our platform, but the speed of its descent. The stone itself isn’t made of a single type, but of the fragments of several, pasted together with water and another substance not quite Terran, giving the grooves a faint blue sheen that flickered to life with the glow of the stone in Liaison Everly’s staff. Starfire crystal. The sand-sized pebbles are glued together with starfire crystal dust and sap. An earth dragon, with the help of a moon dragon, could possibly manage the crystal and together form a shape like this, even growing the two materials together. But there are very few earth dragons living, who have ever lived, who could have dared–myself and a drakaina on the other side of
[Primus] Something strange happened on that beach, something I can’t quite explain because I don’t understand it completely myself. As I knelt in a defensive crouch, the humans encircled my location, the collar shining dully in their hands. I was still trying to play human, to get them to see reas
[Primus] I wasn’t sure what the voice meant at first. Nor did I know if I could trust it. How do I lean into shadows? Do I fall backward into the burning net? Do I turn sideways into the darkness of the room? “You’re overthinking,” the shadow man speaks again.“Just let go.” Let go of what? My an
[Primus] Melis looks smug, her hands on her hips, so sure that she is correct in her assumptions. "So what is it going to be," she demands, tapping her foot. "Are you going to do what I say, or do I tell the constable who you are and collect the reward," Meris raises an eyebrow, and I almost belie
[Primus] It has been three days since I felt my mate die. As I move through my day every moment I felt bleeding through our bond replays in my mind, unforgettable in horror. She died scared and alone, burned alive on a throne of gold, unable to fight for herself or our little ones nestled deep insi






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