A Dance With Dragons Chapters Novels & Stories

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a plot misunderstanding involving themes of non-consent. Please note that NO non-consensual act takes place⚠️ ------------------------------------------------------- His gigantic hand came around my waist and a second later, I was in his arms. They were all watching us. They were all watching me. The dragons were still flying above the tents but they didn’t seem to care anymore. My first instinct was to kick and scream and give him hell but the size and strength of his arms made it very clear that he could snap me like a twig. Puncho held the entrance to the tent open and the King led us inside.

Then the next. Soon, the entire chamber blazed with scarlet eyes staring at their Alpha. Draegon’s smile widened. “Feed on the fear of the forest,” he commanded. “Drink the darkness. Sharpen your claws. Because when I release you…” The Ravagers pressed against their chains, snarling. “…you will tear the sky apart.” The chains rattled like thunder. The stone walls trembled. And Draegon turned away, blood still dripping from his hand.

The chances of her leaving the Dragon Keep alive were close to none. “Since you have refused to talk, we shall pass our verdict.” Murmurs of Dragons agreeing with my father broke out in the hall, many of them demanding her death. The Dragons had lost so much to the Wolves already, including our very essence. Our shifted forms. “I command that you–” the doors burst open, cutting my father's words short. I twirled around, drawing my sword out in the process and took a fighting stance before the dais. Aidas and Carden were beside me, swords out, within the blink of an eye. We were prepared for whatever threat just entered.

That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon. I'm still trying to figure out a posting schedule with the two books. Richie's story is written in my head and is ready to be put to paper, but The Arena is my husband's favorite. Writing 17-20 chapters a week is tough, but mostly manageable. So I may divide the number of chapters each book gets each week, rather than focusing on one while the other finishes. That would mean one possibly two chapters a day for both books, rather than two chapters a day for one and three chapters a week for the other. I'd love your input and what your preference is.

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

“Tell me then. I want to know.” I hadn’t been this assertive since meeting Danny, and he looked at me curiously, as if he was seeing a different side to me. The truth was, I was made of stronger stuff than he thought. At first he had intimidated me. In fact, now knowing what he was, I should have felt even more afraid. But something in me had shifted in me since last night. I didn’t like being kept in the dark. Not making any comment, he decided to give me the answers I had demanded. “Dragons have evolved, just like we have. Except...” I noticed his jaw tighten in anger. “…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.”

“For you.” I could hardly believe it. Flipping through the composition book, I could make out pages upon pages filled with neat handwriting, what looked like ten chapters worth of reading, and even… a couple of smutty scenes. My cheeks warmed as I flipped to a random page and read something about the dragon turning into a man, and…

This must be Orchid. “I told the two of you that you should have chosen me as a mate. All that little whore did was get the two of into trouble.” Chelsea sneers. Fuck, I forgot about her. She is heavily pregnant and has some guy I have never seen standing beside her. I hiss at her and tell her that Dray and I would have never chosen a whore like her as our mate and luna. She growls at me, but the guy tells her not to waste her time and breath. They walk away laughing as if they have won. I look around when I hear a roar. A huge white dragon lands not far from us as Zarlon and many of his warriors come barreling out of the forest. I recognise some of them as Travian’s warriors too.

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