Dragon Bound By Thea Harrison Novels & Stories

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

My eyes widened as Vera screamed, her eyes frantic as she looked at the dragons behind. "Grab her." The woman motioned a finger at Vera, and one of the dragons shifted. Tymeria Blackstone. The woman waved a finger and dark smoke curled around Vera's arms, shackling her. She struggled to break free. It looked like a rope, and it moved as Vera moved. She closed her eyes, and I could see she was trying so hard to find the magic, the magic I saw in her, but something was preventing her.

The other voice from behind the door. My vision started to blank out. "What?" The hand on my throat eased. "Ryder, she's the princess. The one Dracul brought in today." He said in a hiss, "He would notice if she suddenly drops dead." "He will become suspicious, fool. Don't be an idiot." Ryder growled in displeasure, and suddenly the hands at my neck and wrists were gone. I dropped, stumbled, and clutching at my throat I gasped for air, reeling and trying desperately to find my feet.

I just needed her to come a little closer, I needed her to think she won, so I could stab her while she did not suspect me. I was getting dizzy, my power waning, but I just had to hold on for a little longer. One of her dragon-like monsters latched onto my leg, sending waves of excruciating pain down my left side, blood seeping everywhere. Verena and all her power were almost through my barrier when I heard an unexpected, yet familiar sound – a roar of a dragon. I would know that dragon anywhere – Ying.

My stupid fucking dress slowed me down, but Katarina gripped my arm, dragging me along with her when I couldn't keep up. My legs whined with exertion, but adrenaline fired through my system. Thane exhilarated me, and my heart pounded with amazement as I stared up at him. He slammed his paws down, purposefully shaking the entire island and clearing the path for us. The Sea Serpent waited for us in the harbor, guards surrounding the ship until Thane flew up into the air, diving deep into the water before reemerging to roar again. No one could believe what they were seeing. A real-life water dragon shaking the very foundation of the kingdom.

He looked down, soaked, betrayed, as his eldest daughter advanced on him with the ferocity of a tiny conquering admiral, water gun blazing. “SURRENDER, DRAGON!” she howled. Theo came in low and fast on the flank, swinging the green pool noodle with both hands and a battle scream of his own, catching Jason across the shins. Jason, six feet of reformed dangerous man who had once made grown criminals flinch, clutched his heart and toppled dramatically out of his chair onto the grass. “I’m hit! The mighty dragon is slain! Aria, avenge me…” “You’re on your own,” said Aria, helpless with laughter.

Edith No! Woefully! My vision does not fool me. It is a dragon! A real, giant dragon with all its bones, flesh, and blood. Well, I suppose they do have blood. And all those terrible and ugly horns and nails. It is flapping its giant wings to keep its body swing in one place, at the height of the castle's balcony, which is the extension of the ball hall. Into its sight, my breath is taken away. For a while, I forget to breathe until my lungs tell me to do so. Then I take a deep, sharp breath. Oh! My God! What does it want? What is looking for here?

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like