Novel & Cerita Draco/hermione Book

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

Despite being held by Draco, she felt like she was going to collapse. Draco leaned in close to her, their faces were inches apart. In fact, the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his labored breathing and the scent of his breath, a mix of mint and liquor. His face remained emotionless, even as her piercing gaze bore into him.

Jane I ran to my apartment. It was locked, and the note and keys were still in the box, which meant the brothers did not come as they had promised. I helped myself in and ran straight to my room, shivering with fear. I did not see lizard eyes or dragon scales. I saw live dragons on the roofs, and they did not disappear, they became transparent. It would have been better if my mind had processed them as disappearing that way, I wouldn't think they were still there, but right now, I don't know what to do.

I found her just inside; Beta Mike was holding her in his arms, while Hunji and King Kellen stood over the body of Orion's other son, my brother Finnegan. Rhett and a small were-cat, who I assumed must be Tawny, Lamia’s best friend I had heard about, stood fussing over her. I growled at them all, making their heads snap in my direction, as I took hold of my queen, pulling her from the Beta’s arms.

He motioned for me to follow him and we moved across the remains of the clearing and into the rocky hillside with vampire speed. The drone clearly had some sort of sensor on it. To our surprise, and dismay, it followed us at breakneck speed. We were barely able to duck into a narrow cave undetected. We flattened ourselves against the recesses of the cool stone cavity while it hovered outside the cave’s opening. Its incessant whirring echoed off the stone and bounced about in my head; torturing me to the point I wanted to cover my ears and beg for mercy. My mind deliberated the pros and cons of using magic to shield us from discovery. I’d just about decided it might be the thing to do wh

They would always stand on the truth. Approaching her in the dragon's den, I found Drogo resting upon her massive hoard of treasures. Her eyes met mine, a mix of wisdom and understanding, as if she anticipated my arrival. "Master, it's nice to see you." Her voice echoed through her lair. She was happy to see me indeed. I could feel it. But yesterday's actions said otherwise. She forgot about me totally and focussed more on Freya. My Dragon didn't refute Freya's words when she said her name was masculine, this means she agrees to it.

His eyes are coal black. On his right is a drakaina who is equally stunning. Her ink-black hair fades into gold that matches her eyes, her skin the color of star-kissed sand under the moonlight, pale and warm. They appear to be about 10 years old. But knowing what I do about dragons, they are probably far older. “Where is Ona,” Queen Cressida looks around. “While I am very pleased to see you both, I was expecting her to greet me.”

Was this happening as a reflection of my past that I really want to know? And again, I closed my eyes tightly, a few seconds later, I opened it again, at the same time as I woke up the event unfolded in front of me as if I was just moving pages in a huge book. Until the page stops at a location, and situation where two adults turn their backs, a woman and a man. I conclude that they are a married couple. And when a highness came, I opened my eyes unintentionally. The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu!

Charles was pacing by it. “Nothing, the dragon is as good as dead.” A female voice spoke before she materialized. “The human body died freeing me finally.” “Mate.” Charles growled as he stepped over to her. She smiled happily walking over and kissing him. “Yes my love, we have been separated for to long.” The witch spoke. She was dress all in black skin tight leather. Her raven black hair was cut supper short on her right side while the left flowed down to her shoulder. Her honey color eyes looked up into his Dark brown ones. Her fingers running through his dark brown hair. He pulled her body close to him as he dropped his nose to her neck. “I see someone has finally changed you.”

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.