Romans & histoires Chosen In Dragonfire

I shut my eyes again and the creatures repeat. "Ghërla." When I open them the light's colour's changed to gold. And another dragon is already standing in the hallway. An even larger and more ferocious one than the previous one. Is this .. really...a dragon? They exist? I didn't know they come in different colours. I glance at the creatures, and they are also observing this wonder erupt, through the globe. Even without saying anything, I can tell how excited they all are. What's so special about this anyway? I really can't tell...

After a few seconds, he said, "I heard you recently made several new, powerful potions. I'm willing to test them for you, as long as you help me find where Seraphina is." William's eyes lit up. Smiling, he invited Damien inside. "To tell you the truth, she volunteered to go guard Howlpeak. I was just about to—" Damien stiffened and cut him off, "What did you say? Seraphina went to guard Howlpeak? "How could she… Why would she?" William replied, "A few nights ago, I read the stars and saw five guardian stars aligned, pointing straight toward Howlpeak. Their light echoed with Afterglow Lodge. If the Sunfire bloodline's successor wasn't meant to go, were you planning to go yourself?

The DragonBorns lost their ability to spit fire. Until now. Draekon had been born holding the first Golden Dragon egg in centuries. The curse had chosen him. He was the hybrid who would decide whether the DragonBorns rose again or remained cursed. Draekon had finally agreed to give the DragonBorns their ability to spit fire again, after several meetings and agreements. He was going to take one of the noble DragonBorn females offered to him today, as his chosen mate. In exchange, the DragonBorns would bend the knee, recognizing him as their Sovereign ruler.

A fire that demanded surrender. Kaelion smiled, sensing the shift, the soft tremor of surrender. “Good. Let the fire take you, my mate. Let it burn.” And in that moment, as her body ignited, she realized that she was already lost to him—lost to the heat, the power, and the dark, irresistible passion of a dragon lord. ****** *Lessons in Fire*

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

The silence lasted exactly long enough to be an answer. "We believe so," Drex said from the window. His voice was very careful. "We cannot prove it. But the probability of the Flame Keeper bloodline being drawn from the covenant bowl in the same century that the curse on the king's dragon reaches critical acceleration—" He stopped. "It is not a coincidence we are comfortable accepting." I was not comfortable accepting it either. I had been chosen. Not randomly. Not by the indifferent hand of fate reaching into a bowl of three hundred names. Chosen deliberately, by someone who knew what I was and had decided the time had come to collect me.

"Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely." Huddled on the ground,the little dragon merely rolled over.He didn't even twitch an eyelid as he continued to snooze. Chloe let out a sarcastic snicker."Sister,even if I took Bjorn,you don't have to give up on yourself like this.Are you really going to spend the rest of your life with a palm-sized,inferior gecko?" I ignored her,walking over to gently stroke the soft scales on the little red dragon's forehead. "It's fine.Once I make a choice,I don't regret it."

I opened the registry database and, without hesitation, accepted the mysterious application that showed a 100% compatibility match. That night, I married Kaelan. The supreme, untouchable Dragon Chancellor who treated me like his absolute treasure. Even though shifter lore said Dragon offspring were incredibly rare, I was finally carrying our first precious dragon pup. If my mother hadn't gotten sick, I would never have crossed paths with Liam again. … Three days flew by. Wearing light makeup and a low-key haute couture gown, I walked into the banquet hall alone. Due to a delayed international conference, Kaelan was running a little late.

Back at the manor, I pulled Elara into a tight embrace by the fireplace, hungrily inhaling the incredibly soothing scent of her hair. I swore to the Dragon God, and I swore on my very soul: In this life, if anyone ever dares to make my mate shed a single tear—even my own blood brother—I will burn their soul to nothingness with my dragon flame.

Adriana continued reading. «She commanded flames unlike any seen before or since. Fire answered not to her voice... but to her soul.» Her fingers tightened around the edge of the page. «It was said that no ordinary weapon could harm her, for the flames themselves shielded her.» The next passage was badly damaged. Entire lines had faded beyond recognition. Adriana squinted, trying to make out the missing words. Only scattered phrases remained. «...chosen by destiny...» «...bound to a Dragon...»