A Dance With Dragons Novels & Stories

Startled by her reaction, I cracked up as well. After a wonderful meal and bath, I slipped out of my chambers, legs itching for a walk, or so I lied to myself. It wasn't until I caught myself peeking from the side of the wall and into the GreatHall where men and women danced to the slow orchestra that I knew I wanted to see him. I sighted him, dancing with a brunette. Clad in a crimson jacket threaded with gold, his black shirt poked out from beneath both his sleeves that brushed against the brunette's waist. His shoulder length hair was slicked back neatly, not even a strand of his curls was out of place. I spied the rest as well. Morph, Vivi, Nyx, Tristan, Priam, Bren and Eliana. All clad

Revenge for killing my mate, and revenge for the power that should have never gone to her. I looked out of the cabin I was staying in and looked out at the forest. Birds chirped in the distance as the sun began to fall for the day. I took a sip of my tea before a smile spread on my face. Shortly after, a roar unlike I’d heard before echoed in the forest. Excitement filled my belly. It was officially time for the Queen to fall and a King to now control. THE END. THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE.

The music swells, a lilting melody played on harp and lyre, blending with the rhythmic pulse of drums that speak of ancient rites and new beginnings. I glide beside Kael, feeling the weight of his hand steady on my waist, the strength of his presence grounding me. His emerald robes shimmer beneath the soft light, the golden embroidery catching my eye every time he moves. Around us, the murmurs of admiration follow—he’s the Dragon King, fierce and revered; I am the witch wolf shifter princess born of fire and shadow, bound to him by blood and fate. I catch sight of Annabel and Ryker near the edge of the dance floor, talking quietly. She’s smiling in that soft, surprised way she does when some

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

Dragons are massive creatures. I wasn’t paying attention to Mona’s directions, I just followed her. We walk out into what looks like a beautiful garden turned into a nightclub. The music is blaring out over the mountain top and this place is already filled with hot guys. Most of them are dragons obviously. I see one girl grab the arm of a male who is standing near her and pull him closer. She gives me a warning look and I just smirk at her. Always so jealous. I laugh to myself. Her stares don’t intimidate me. Dragons may be strong but so am I. I don’t want her man anyway; I just want to dance. I walk through the crowd. Mona pulls me over to a bar. Oh yeah, this prince knows how to throw a pa

A kingdom’s ransom glittered from every surface, yet she sat there wondering if she even belonged at the table. Polished chalices gleamed beside towering obsidian candelabras. Laughter rose and fell like waves from the far end of the hall, where dragonkin nobles dined more loudly, more freely. Children danced in wide loops near the fire pits, their bright eyes reflecting the flicker of flames as they spun to music that pulsed with wild, ancient rhythms—notes that Sera couldn’t name but felt in her bones. A low, rhythmic drumbeat echoed beneath the chatter, matched by the jingling of silver bangles and trailing silks as dragonkin mothers and daughters moved in celebration.

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

Eric nods, then motions to where warriors are waiting to escort us to castle gates. “Eric, this is King Draig of the dragon kingdom, he is to be treated with the same respect you give to myself and my mates. King Draig, this is Gamma Eric, he leads my warriors.” I introduce Draig and Eric when I noticing they are exchanging uneasy glances, trying to size up the other.

~~~~~~~~~~ Long time ago Flashback Dragonesse Kingdom Queen Astra gathered all the Dragon's attention of different classes, shades, and forms. Black dragons were among them. Even the Queen and King were a little intimidated by them because of their extreme cruelty and vile tempered. They were vicious and ruthless adversaries and their acidic bile dissolved through the heaviest armor with ease. One of them is the ruler of the Dragonese Kingdom who heard about their upper leader and he was King Dhaurgothoth. He has a wife namely Queen Vaasa and their son who hatched from its egg for eleven months and he called him Danym, their little prince.