Chasing The Dragon Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Every day was the same for Ariz Jones. School, part time work and twice a week she meets up with the irregulars of Nobel Paranormal Investigation. Sometimes when he's not busy, Ranka Taniyama the NPI Japanese resident monk or Ran for short teaches Ariz something about exorcisms and some warding spells.

he chuckled. Evie looked at him with a smirk. “Why? Are you too bad at dancing that you want to do with without anyone else seeing? You know I heard you’re a bit of a show off but right now, all I see is a little chicken who is scared of giving a girl what she deserves

My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth. “GET OFF!” My dragon spoke, pushing the Duke off with unbearable force. The witch stood in the corner, now shaking as the light faded from the center of my chest. The light was now a beacon to who I would destroy. My dragon wanted blood, and I was going to cook this bitch to a crisp.

I had to burn in order to shine, and so did Vilkas. I was once the dragon’s lost phoenix princess, but what is lost is always found. THE END! Hi lovelies, I just want to say a massive thank you for reading The Dragon’s Lost Phoenix Princess. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. As always, leave a review and drop some gems. Let me know what you liked and what you didn’t. I enjoy reading your comments because it helps me to grow. Thank you so much for the continued support. Much love, Becca Lou xx

she sighed. “I agree. And that’s why Chasing Kitsune is already doing so well on that app Forrest is posting to. People are really into the story. They want to know what happens. Unlike us, the readers don’t know they are still happily together.” I smiled. “Yeah. Though this all makes me wonder if someday people will want to hear our story.” she sighed.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

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.

Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2. --------------------------------------------- LOCATION: The Supernatural Realm AREA: Ignere Forest The shake of the earth, and the pungent smell of burnt grass after the residue of magic, was a clear sign the dragon kind was far from extinct. The King of Dragons stood at the edge of the large plain laid out before him. The field lay barren and wasted as the last patch of dead brown grass was scorched out of existence. Across this field were twelve large pits and in each of these pits were two dragons battling it out with fire, ash, magic, and the will of a warrior.

This book says the same thing that Cayd read before, except instead of Falknor, it says Feilong. “What is Feilong?” I ask. “Another dragon clan,” Buppig says, distractedly as he looks over Lily’s shoulder. “And Ddraig?” Lily asks, looking at Buppig. He looks at the book, then Lily, then me and Cayd. “These are the four dragon clans, two for men, two for women. All of them say the same thing,” he says, his eyes going wide. He looks on our table until he finds the Book of Prophecies and he opens it to the first prophecy about me.

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.