All Chapters of Falling for my dragon tamer : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The chamber Silaneth led them to was small—bare stone walls, a glowing sigil of protection above the door, and a single bed carved into the obsidian floor, with soft silks spread across it like a forgotten royal offering. Anya stared at it. Corven blinked. “One bed.” She didn’t answer. “You can have it. I’ll sleep on the floor,” he offered, already pulling off his coat. No. She came in, shoving him out of the way. "It's fine. I won't spontaneously combust if we share the same mattress." His lips twisted. "You sure? You're actually on fire." Anya didn't crack a smile. She sat on the bed and looked up at him. "Corven. Sit." The bite in her voice took away his sneer. He sat, beside her, close but cautious. She wheeled about, her face a mask. "That mark on your palm. The god-mark. Did you know?" He frowned. "No." "Swear it." "I swear," he answered promptly. "I did not know until Silaneth revealed it to me. I did not feel different. I did not hear voices. I did not—" He broke o

When Corven said the Arkael's knew their way around the modern world,I didn't realise that he meant they knew it intimately. To veilshift I have to have a mental image of the place i’m going to or the name of the place should be the focal point of all my thinking. The modern world is a very broad world to focus on so I had to connect mine and Corven's mind now that we’re practically joined together. And the image in his head? Very vivid. A house. Rather small,compared to the houses I've seen at veltrith Dominion. A two storey house with a white picket fence,a garden,and a porch. And that’s what I focus on. We hold hands and he imagines and I see into his mind and shift. We land clumsily in front of the house he imagined,Corven taking the impact of the fall. He grunts and curses,then stands up and offers me a hand,which I take. “Are you sure she’ll welcome us?” You see,my worry is borne from the fact that when Corven talked about moving here,he never mentioned that he was related t

I don’t feel scared. Of course I don’t. I have a whole ass dragon in me. But damn,my head hurts from where he’s pulling on it. “Let me go.” I hiss“No,little lady. You came running to my arms and so I'll give you a little treat before you go.”He slams me into the alley wall and presses himself against me. I feel his soft,squishy body behind me and I shudder in disgust. “You like that,huh? You like it rough?”My dragon rouses,prowling around and demanding to have at him.“Is that what you tell yourself when you get your victims? You pretend that their disgust is actually desire,you sick fuck?” I sneer He slams my head against the wall,sending a sharp pain through my head and I feel a dribble of liquid slide down my face. Blood.I ignore my dragon as it growls and prowls. I’m not stupid. There hasn't been a whiff of magic since I got here. These people don’t have it. They probably don’t know what it is. Burning this man to a crisp isn't an option. Even in veltrith Dominion, I would

The room's silence is stifling after Corven's admission, as though the silence has teeth and it is slithering across my flesh.I scowl at him, the bastard whom I am to marry. The bastard who told me that everything I ever thought about myself was a fabrication.And then there is a sound.A soft knock.Corven's head jerks to the door. Mine does not. I already know who she is. I feel her—Ingrid. Her footsteps, her breath. Her uncertainty.I wipe my face and open the door.She stands there, clutched in her arms something tightly. It's an old leatherbound book, worn at the corners, as if it's been read so many times it's lost count.She glances between me and Corven, and for once, there's no effort to pretend to smile or sweeten the air. Her face is white, and her hands tremble."I must show you something," she whispers. Her voice is barely audible, but it falls like thunder.Corven retreats aside, suspicious as ever. I don't budge."You've been eavesdropping," I say in a flat tone.She n

The house had been eerily still after we realised what villains the gods truly were. But if mere mortals could wield magic and be equal to them,were they gods at all? Something wasn’t adding up and I wanted to know what. Desperately. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it deep down. Even my dragon was restless. I haven't been able to talk to Ingrid alone since she showed up because of the turn of events but I planned on it. She was all I had left of the family I knew. Everyone else was gone.Since there were only two rooms,Corven had to take the couch and leave our room for my sister and I,giving me the privacy and time to talk to her.As if summoned by my thoughts,she stepped into the room from the shower and stood in the middle of the room,looking slightly nervous. Ingrid and nervous were normally not in the same sentence but considering the recent events,I didn't think k much of it and pegged it on her unusual surroundings. I hop off the bed,my body slightly aching from the att