All Chapters of Falk Clan Tales: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Melody strode towards the kitchen in the main part of the Castle looking for her mate. After several days, most of which they’d spent in bed, she’d relented enough to move in with her Dragon.As if he had to do much arm twisting, she snorted. She couldn’t wait to move in, the platinum emerald and diamond ring on her finger was a testament to his sincerity almost as much as the emerald rose marking that warmed and pulsed on her skin whenever he was near.She belonged there, at Castle Falk, with her mate. They’d found their fur and scales together last night for the first time. The two of them anxious for their beasts to meet face to face.Melody had been in awe of the magnificence of Niko’s EnergyDragon. The magical beast was more powerful and majestic as anything she could have imagined. Her Coyote had yipped at his heels and howled in glee when he’d raced through the pine barrens with her.Yes. She was exactly where she belonged. In fact, she’d just emailed her official resign

Frrrreeeeeeeeeeeeddddooooooommmm!That part of him he’d been denied so long roared inside his mind’s eye. Castor had been denied so much of what life really was to a Dragon Shifter. At first, Dragomir had granted him some freedoms. He was confined to his cell, but he was given books, paper, and coal to learn to read, write, and draw.The second he’d begun to show signs of his beast, the ruthless and evil Chief had iron chains forged to hold him at bay. The stronger he became, the more chains were added. Only once in five centuries had Castor ever successfully shifted into his Dragon.He'd never forgotten the feeling. And it was the same as he felt now. Older, angrier, but powerful and hungry. The great beast with his diamond shaped scales, dark blue and edged in red and purple, burst free from his mind and skin.Those same scales seemed incandescent as he watched inside his mind’s eye. Castor tossed his head from side to side, unsure of the terrible strength that seemed to fill

Utterly grossed out, Jozette got up and dumped the remnants of her tea down the drain, rinsing and washing the cup dutifully. Marissa was gasping for air and wiping her eyes because she was laughing so hard.Super beyotch.“Okay, okay. I am sorry for using the m word. Do you wanna talk about what happened with Larry? You never told me the whole story.”“I don’t think so, Mar. I mean, it’s not them. It’s me!”“Jozette! That is not true.”“Of course it is,” she said, grabbing another biscotti.She deserved it. Heaven, she thought, and moaned around her mouthful of yummy goodness.“These are really great, by the way,” she mumbled, so as not to drop any.“Thanks,” Marissa replied, looking pleased with herself.“So, me and Larry⁠—”“The unemployed loser who looked a little like Ernest Borgnine after he ate too much,” Marissa chimed in unhelpfully.“Anyway,” Jozi said, rolling her eyes.“Larry announced his leaving with a text that said, ‘found someone else, get your

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous, and very naked, man knocked on your door then proceeded to almost drop dead? Call your BFF.At least, that was what Jozette did.“What?!” Marissa shrieked over the phone, and Jozette had to pull the thing away from her ear.Her gaze went back to the huge, and naked, did she mention naked, guy who was covered in melting ice all over his hair and body, and dripping all over her parents’ floor. Jozette had tugged him, barely able to move the giant, until he was on the area rug near the fireplace.Luckily, she had been able to make a small fire that night and the embers were still glowing and warm. The mystery man was well over six feet tall, and so handsome she could not stop looking. But he was hurt, or something, and she was trying hard not to be a total creep with her thoughts.After a few seconds of acting like an idiot, she’d grabbed the blankets nearest her and tossed them on his shivering frame. Blue eyes so deep she’d swear they

“Hey Jozi,” Clara Crescent greeted her from behind the counter.From the time Jozette had first met her, Clara had walked with a slight limp and had been rather introverted. But over the last few months, the woman seemed to completely change. She was radiant. Ever since she announced her recent engagement and pregnancy, and Jozette could not be happier for her.“Oh, um, who’s your friend, Jozi?”She turned and tugged Castor towards her boss, smiling nervously. She hoped he didn’t do anything to give away his secret. Eeek! Nerves made her palms sweat, but she tried to play it off.“This is Castor. He’s, um, just visiting. You don’t mind if he hangs out today?”Clara stilled and her eyes seemed to look through her Dragony guest. Crap. Could she tell there was something unusual about him? Jozi bit her lip a little nervously, but eventually her boss just nodded.“Not at all,” Clara responded to her question, a little belatedly. “I’m off to meet Kurt for lunch, but Delia should