Dragon Age 2: Merrill Romance Novels & Stories

Hi everyone! thank you so much for reading marry Me Lord of Dragons! my name is Amber Moon and I am the one responsible for all these chapters of marry Me Lord of Dragons. I understand that this is mostly a werewolf love novel site so I am completely grateful for the opportunity to give love and steamy stories to other types of mythical creatures. it definitely means a lot to me that my editor was willing to sign me and give me a chance. so I just want to say a quick thank you to her and to the others that are responsible for it.

BOOOOMMMM Everyone who attacked the Dragon Realm was easily defeated by the Dragon Realm’s younger generation. As a result, the entire younger generation of the Fire Realm was eliminated from the tournament in the second round, leaving only a group from the Fire Realm in the second round. Half a year had passed, but only six days had elapsed in the outside world; only three hundred of the best remained. Throughout their journey inside, everyone gained advantages but also suffered many losses, such as the deaths of their siblings and the failure of some of their siblings, forcing them out of the tournament.

Even while I was deep in Zephyr and Lyla’s story, those two kept nagging at me. I would be writing a scene for Bride of Wrath, and suddenly a single line of dialogue between Troy and Athena would play in my head. That one line would grow into a scene, and before I knew it, an entire chapter was forming! They refused to stay quiet until I promised them their own story, which, by the way, I’ve already started working on. Their book is called Loving the Madman, and it’s darker, more obsessive, but also deeply romantic. I can’t wait for you to read it.

"My mind is impressed, minion. Your spirit always seemed like a pathetic, opportunistic parasite, but I guess your wolf carries some real loyalty to my name, huh? Alright then, let’s move our frames together and make sure those two trash wolves get kicked out of the Condex boundaries for good!" "Absobloodylutely!" Mirelle nods her chin with massive passion. Perfect! Mirelle cheers inside her own mind as they march toward the transport wagon. My boots are finally going to enter the same room as Warlord David! My physical looks are just as good as Yvette's face, so maybe the great Double D might look at my eyes and fall in love with my spirit at first sight. My heart does not even care if my r

And Liora, sweet, gullible, kind Liora, lies twisted on the floor before him, her body convulsing. Standing over her is a reflection. A woman with long dark hair and lace-white skin, her eyes empty of everything except hunger. Her mouth is stained red. Her hands drip with something warm and shining. Dax chokes on her name. “Merrin.” Kael’s breath stops beside me. “Gods help us.” The reflection looks up, smiling with an impossible sweetness. “I missed you, little brother,” she coos, and her voice is both beautiful and monstrous.

"I was reading this. It said that there are millions of dragons all over the world, some living amongst humans. While some are a warring factor with their own." "Your can read this?" Rydstorm asked, once again amazed by her. "Yes, am I not supposed to?" "Well, it's Tunica. A lost language, but the native tongue for us Dragons, though few understand it." "Why are they fighting?" Rydstorm flexed his jaw. "It's just in our nature." "So it's natural to kill each other and force a rapid decline on a soon extinct species faster?" "This war had been going on long before I was even born, Catori. It has to do with a son of Roma taking the throne from the son of Apepi."

Amidst the swirling smoke and flashing steel, Daryl’s massive midnight wolf lets out a triumphant roar that cuts cleanly through the din of battle like a clarion call of absolute dominance. Daryl roars in triumph as he bites through the neck of the lead mercenary, tossing the lifeless body aside before his hazel-blue eyes instantly find mine through the chaotic battlefield of the courtyard. The terrifying tension in his gaze melts away into overwhelming relief and fierce, possessive love as he spots me standing amidst the fallen enemies.

It has to be Mireya Duskrell. I drop my chin down, hiding the look in my eyes. So Draven left our bedroom last night to sprint straight into Mireya’s arms. Even if that old medicine had sparked a mad fire in his groin, his alpha beast would never have used that heat for a male like me. Besides, after looking at those spicy lace photos on the phone and then having his blood cooked by the healer's roots... I can only imagine how hot the fire burned between Draven and Mireya last night in the lower valley.

“Look I’m not here to cause trouble. Once the oath is complete and we have discussed everything else fully I will go.” “Dante your welcome to stay as long as you need.” Mykel’s voice came from behind him. Dante stepped aside letting him come into the kitchen. Snaking his arm around my waist he pulled me into a kiss. “Raven, Hollie if you could please.” Mykel nodded to the door letting us know he wanted some privacy. Pecking his lips one more time I took my coffee back upstairs.

He didn’t shy away from them but allowed them to fall. Maverick’s hand trembled as he held mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in gentle, soothing strokes. His eyes, a mesmerizing mix of stormy gray, glistened with unshed tears. The Elder stepped forward, his voice rich and deep as it echoed through the courtyard. “Today, we witness the union of two powerful souls. Rhella Pyra of the FireHeart Pack and Maverick of the Fangborn Pack. Once divided by war and fate, now united in love and destiny. Their love is stronger than ever. More powerful than the darkness that…”