Dragon Farm Novels & Stories

Sorry the security replied. "Well my name is Cou Tian but you can as well call me the shaman," Cou Tian said as he flash a creepy smile. Though him being one of the best shaman alive he believes that acting more mysterious will always fetch him more income

I came across a rundown farmhouse for sale in Epworth and I bought it sight unseen. I spent my time fixing up the house and digging out a basement. I’d never shied away from hard work and spending my time on the farm gave me a new perspective. I didn’t have any real memories of my childhood other than being trained. I was adopted at the age of three by Peter Cavendish and before that, I remembered nothing.

Sophia said. “Well, what is you then?” his mother said as she looked over the girl again. Micha was not really shocked when his mother would flat out ask her what she was. Farm folk could spot the real deal from a buckle bunny any day. If Sophia could pull this off right now, they would be home free for the time they were there. He hoped she could be herself enough to do just that. “My daddy has a dairy farm in the northeast. We also have some goats and other stuff, but the source is dairy cows.” Sophia said without missing a beat.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Damn shame though, because those were my favorite things to drink. Last night we were successful at Wolfe Ranch with our little heist. We had taken six really good cows that we could tell were bred and a breeding stud that was probably worth a little money. I would probably keep him since he had a gentle temperament and knew how to cut cattle. With that knowledge, why would I sell him for a little money when I could use him to get more cattle?

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it had been a while since she’d eaten a meal, but since she had no idea what kind of meat this was, where it had come from, or where the vegetables that floated around as she stirred the brown broth might’ve come from, she was leery of putting any of it into her mouth. “It’s beef,” he assured her. “The vegetables come from the farm fields of our old territory. There are humans there that tend it, raise the livestock, see that we are fed. When we return to our previous condition, we will repay them kindly.” Nya had no doubt that would be the case. Slate seemed to be appreciative of all of the people who were coming together to help the dragons regain th

Madchen was in awe, she had never seen such a beautiful sight, and her eyes lit up with wonder. An arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked up to see Drago peering over her shoulder. His long black hair was slicked back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. “Do you like it here?” he asked her? “It’s beautiful,” Madchen was entranced by the tropical beauty of the Keys. “Not as beautiful as you,” “HuH” Drago grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

The kind of bird that gets its wings trimmed should it try to fly too far. The town does know how to have its dinner parties. More than they do in London. A bunch of hippies, apparently. Damon never liked the parties. Especially not three glasses of wine in when the ladies start to get a little loud. Though, he didn’t seem to mind when I was making out on top of the table with one of the women from Todmorden Unitarian Church. I don’t think she ever told me her name. If she did, I certainly don’t remember. A lady like that isn’t worth the trouble of it.

Finally, the light showed green and the car stopped as the doors slid open. The pack members behind me looked like they couldn't have been more glad. Lucas and I stepped out and I had to actively work to stop my jaw from clattering to the floor. Large was an understatement. Huge, fucking awesomely ginormous was more like it. The whole hall was like a large cafeteria, with the standard long benches and tables lining the walls and smaller circular tables in the middle that sat four. Then at the very middle stood two buffet tables so piled up with food that it gave the impression that they were leaning from the weight. Endless platters of steaming sausages, bowls of eggs, stacks of mile high pa

she said. "Real ones," Dominic said. Nora got her coat. The place in town was a small farm just outside it actually, the kind that had been doing this for thirty years, worn around the edges but real. Chickens and goats and the rabbits Dominic had promised and a very large pig that Nora stood in front of for five minutes in complete silence. "It's big," Nora said finally. "Pigs get big," Dominic said. "Bigger than me," Nora said. "Much bigger," Dominic said.