Cookie Run: Kingdom Pitaya Dragon Cookie Novels & Stories

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!

I explained and smiled when they eagerly agreed. We set to work, chopping ingredients and searing meat. I was pleasantly surprised when they were doing fairly well especially given the fact that they did not cook. “What type of meat is that?” Kai asked, leaning in to smell it. “Are you sure you want to know?” I smirked at him and bit my lip. He looked at me curiously and nodded. “It’s a small breed of dragon called Mistyntia. They are the equivalent of quail. I promise it’s much better than it sounds,” I said, flipping it over.

King Dragon sighed and appeared emphatic. Prince Hawthorne smirked. “In other words, you don’t love her?” he paused. The tout had been asked to pour the wine for him. “You come to our sense you are proud of being yourself as the protector of this kingdom.” King Dragon lifted his chin in an arrogant manner. “Yes.” “How about we are making a bet, King Dragon?” Prince Hawthorne winked his eye naughtily. “Bet on what?” King Dragon reached for some snacks served by a tout on the table next to him. A piece of chocolate with the best cake from the best bakery in the kingdom.

Desserts everywhere—beignets dusted in sugar that sparkles like foxfire, kitsune mochi Kayo insisted on, sticky and sweet with red bean. The air is thick with scents: char from the grills, garlic sharp and inviting, honey dripping slow, smoke curling lazy, ozone from my lingering power mixing with the metallic tang of dragonfire and the faint, wild pine from the pack banners. Music—pack drums thumping deep and steady like heartbeats, kami bells tinkling clear and high, coyote howls harmonizing low and joyous with dragon roars turned soft and rhythmic. Laughter everywhere—loud, overlapping, the kind that heals old wounds.

Underneath the box is a folded piece of parchment with Draco writing. My Io, This is Mochi. It is a dessert I think you will like because it is my favorite. It is filled with a sweet bean paste and a pastry of rice flour. Often when we kiss your sweet taste reminds me of it. I am sorry that I am not there to enjoy it with you, but I hope it makes you think of me. Love Draco.

I asked with a frown. “It’s tradition to wait until the future king or queen is ready before revealing the truth.” “If that’s the case, then why do the laws of the land say that a royal can marry a commoner?” “Dragon-borns are feared all over the world. To keep the masses from worrying, we make them believe that our powers have gone extinct with the dragons...” “Wait, so you’re saying that we really have supernatural powers? I thought that it was just a myth.” I had forgotten all animosity I had towards her. Instead, I was more curious than ever.

But she knew they would not bother her kingdom so long as they made their yearly sacrifice. Last year, it had been a small girl named Priska Pinge. She was only ten and only a sliver of a thing. The dragon hadn’t been happy. Some might think it impossible to read a dragon’s expression, but Nya could tell he’d hoped for something more substantial. She figured the small girl wouldn’t hold his appetite over for the month it would take before the next Dragon Moon. The next month, it would be Davendwar’s turn to supply the dragon with a sacrifice. If they failed to do so, the entire kingdom would pay the price as the dragon would destroy village after village until the king relented and brought f

So, searching for them will wait, till he completes the quest. "Care to join me?!" Spiro said as he presented a kind of, 'sweets packed inside a Nylon' , to him. "What is this??" asked Vic. "I call it dragon sweet. The others call it Mint but I don't like calling it that. It sounds dumber to it's appearance." Spiro explained. "Dragon sweet! An amazing name, Let me see it." Vic requested and Spiro handed over the sweets. "Hmmn, I like it." Vic said as he swallowed the sweets.

The place is heaven for chocolate lovers. “Mom, I want that chocolate, that one, that one. Come on, Mom. We’ll take it,” shouted Keyla, can’t wait to try all the chocolates there. “Let’s go, let’s try one by one,” Camellia said. At first they went to the chocolate cookies section because there were many types of Cookies with cute cartoon shapes such as Spongebob, Smurfs, Winny the Pooh, Hello Kitty and so on. “Mommy, I want to go down and choose the chocolate myself,” asked Keyla.

I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Finally the quiet guy snatching cookies is Liam. He's a friend of ours and Lincoln's older brother. We've known each other for years but never really connected the dots until boss brought you guys home the other night." "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm not done baking yet. I planned on making some pumpkin rolls, a variety of cakes and some baclava but don't ask me to cook any