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she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

Mykael says. I nod, growling a little. “Whoever took that book is going to die.” *** “You seriously expect me to believe that she took the book?” I growl, gesturing to the thin woman. “I’m sorry Alpha but I did take the book,” she replies. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’ve got to be kidding me, why the hell would you want to take the book?” I ask. “Well you see I wanted to add onto it, I recently learned some new things about dragons that I feel belong in the book,” she shrugs.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

I say. “I hate to say it, but if he has anyone that knows their dragons, then it is just a matter of time before they figure it out. Ty doesn’t look like what the books describe a black opal dragon to look like. She isn’t exactly how a black crystalline opal dragon should look. The only good thing is that no one really knows what they are supposed to look like. So the description in the books is mostly a guess.” Travian explained.

"Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth." "A dragon?" I rubbed my thumbs over the edges of the cover, staying clear of the eye. Soft, sleek, and smooth like a lizard's skin. "What's inside?" Cindy gave me one of her famous looks. This one saying, Duh! "Abernathy's spells. This is the oldest, most powerful book on the planet, and it's mine now." I snorted, though I could feel the book's power. "Really? Why do you have it?" Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

Dragons. “Liana?” Moran’s tone is almost somber, a tad bit authoritative. The girl stands up hurriedly, startled and sheepish. She bows deeply. “Princess Valerie wants to check out a few books. Please help her with whatever she requests.” Liana’s gaze darts towards me before her gaze gravitates back to Moran. She gives him a thin smile and nods in deference. Moran doesn’t wait after that. After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

As if she was telling me not to be afraid. With a graceful movement, Drogo lowered herself, inviting me to mount her back. The sensation was surreal, an unparalleled and remarkable elevation as she carried me up the sky, I was soaring through the skies on top of a dragon. I had believed these creatures to be mere beasts, yet now I understood they were so much more. They give peace and maybe joy.

Dragon POV Jenny was angry and drunk, she decided to close the door and give this day to her... "Jenny Shash, let me make you feel happy, right?" She opened her soft thighs, letting my lips set fire to her brown skin. Her book had long disappeared with the page on which she was, gently bitten on the skin referring to it as my book. "Please don't bother me, Dragon." My angel said eagerly, but I wanted to take this slowly.

he retorted. I snorted at that. I shook my head and that’s when I noticed the books laid out in front of him. They looked old, and their leather covers cracked with age. “These books look interesting. What are they about?” I asked. “Dragons,” he replied simply, flicking one of the covers with his fingers. Dragons? “Do you have a thing for dragons?” I tilted my head, intrigued. “Is that why you got the Dragon’s Heart Fragment?” River’s smirk faded. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.