Dandelion Dynasty Books Novels & Stories

I don’t have enough magic skills to teleport there, if only I had gotten my hands on those Six ancient books, hell even One would have been more than good enough for me but those damn Guardians hid them away and no one knows where or what eventually became of them, with those books I could achieve great things. I refocus on the task at hand, getting to and from the city as quickly as possible, the new moon is Ten days away and that is my deadline, I also have to check the time of year that the Watersnip grows and blooms so I don’t make the trip in vain, then I add that woman’s blood to the mixture for him and I and we shall rule side by side from then on, starting with this Dynasty.

"She will be. If you've forgotten, then her second mate is Daniel Neptune. The witch-king of the dark witches who have access to even the dark books prohibited from the white world witches. He will try and do anything in his power to get his mate and only his mate alone. So either everyone will be getting their own mates, or only Jasmine will be left alive. Last time, 600 years ago, he was weak because he was young, but now he is a king. He won't leave her this time." Ava said, and everyone looked at her with an interesting look. Looks like the game is taking a nice turn. Meanwhile, in the pearly Canines town, Victoria knocked on Daniel's door with a soft smile plastered on her face. She wai

He shook his head. Reina's book was about Queen Miuccia. It seemed like a sad story. It's the culture that twin heirs have only one mate. It depends on their mate. She would pick one and reject the second one. She was nothing but a foolish woman who couldn't see that Prince Cyril loved her… After Cyril, King Dastien was the most powerful king. "Then mom won't mind letting me read it." I beamed at it as I opened it. "Johnson Bidan," I murmured while reading the author's name. I think that there is only one writer in the Dark Realm.

Elizabeth agreed and she started walking next to his wheelchair. The two youngest, our Heather and their Alex, didn’t seem to have that pull, but they still got along well enough to go play together. I looked at Luna Kathryn and beamed, “Looks like we will be seeing each other more often for the next few years.” She giggled, “I’m so happy to see this. I didn’t want the mating alliance either. It doesn’t feel right.” I nodded, “That is the Goddess telling you it’s not in her plan for them.”

I asked, and she cocked her head, either thinking or talking to Bane, maybe? 'We don't mind. There's no point in hiding it if they already know, so I don't see any harm in it.' "Yes, she is mated. How do you know all of that?" I asked as I just looked her over. "I really like to read, and I've read a ton of history of all the kingdoms. It's fascinating, actually. So that dragon on the wall was Bane then, right? Considering how he was checking the two of you out, it's the only thing that would make sense." I just nodded. She was putting things together far faster than I had been anticipating, but it didn't seem like she wanted to bring harm to me with the information, so I just let her be.

Like a wedding gown for a marriage that was becoming its own kind of war. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for morning, listening to the silence where trust used to be. Outside, the city hummed its electric lullaby, indifferent to the small human tragedies unfolding in its glittering towers. Somewhere in the dark, Dante was drowning. Tatiana was planning. The board was moving its pieces across a board I couldn't fully see.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

If Vivian intended to keep me locked inside the boundaries of this estate, then I would use every single resource within these walls to rewrite my own destiny. ​I marched out of my room and down the quiet corridor, my destination clear. ​The heavy oak doors of my father’s private library groaned softly as I pushed them open. The scent of old parchment, cedarwood, and leather enveloped me like a warm embrace. I walked directly past the dusty armchair and approached the towering historical sections at the back of the room. ​I reached up, pulling down a massive, leather-bound volume titled The Lineage of the Twelve Kingdoms: A History of Luna Leadership and Pack Governance. It was a book meant

"I am trapped and chained. My sisters are taking me to our father and I.." "Where are you?" "I don't know," she confesses. "But the air is warm and smells of unfamiliar flowers," she sends me an image of a brightly colored bird and a dense jungle of strangely glossy trees. The dream starts to fade. "Carnelia, stay. " "I can't my love," she kisses me one last time. "But I will be back." THIS IS THE END OF BOOK TWO.

She’d kissed him—God, she’d kissed him—let him in, let him feel her, and now it was there, raw and real, and she couldn’t take it back, couldn’t stop the ache when he looked at her like that. The ridge loomed—dark, jagged—and Lila pointed, her hand shaking. “There,” she said, voice soft, “down the slope—a cabin, hidden. Dorian built it—said it’d be yours if he couldn’t…” She trailed off, swallowing, and Sienna’s gut twisted—Dorian’s plans, always more, always controlling—and she wondered what waited there, what he’d left.