Dragon Gift Of Night Fury Novels & Stories

Magic unlike anything I knew. A girl stood in the center of the conflagration, barefoot and bloody, her silver-blonde hair streaming in the wind. She obviously wasn't Nora. Her eyes, however, molten gold, shining from within, froze me to the spot. Dragon eyes. Like Nora’s, but older, wilder. She screamed. Not fear, but fury. Resistance. A defiance that spanned lifetimes. And then it came into view. A glaive, half-buried in ash. Blackened silver, with red metal that seemed to pulse like raw flesh.

[Winston] We listened until she was down the stairs. Anders called Landry out of Aria’s room and Drayce called in a couple of Glimmer Dragons from one of the other rooms. He’d had them on standby. Glimmer Dragons were an all-female species. They had healing magic and all of the ones in the movement had been through training on the different species. The ones with us, Audrey and Marnie, were specifically trained in demon physiology. Dragons didn’t have alphas since they were all strong and dominant. Audrey had volunteered to feed Reggie. It would help a lot toward getting her better.

" They aren't as strong as they used to be, all the years and the curse of the Moon Goddess have dulled their abilities. So they are afraid and desperate, they would do anything to get the power they lost " " And how would they do that exactly? " " Why do you think they have the Dragon tattoos? It only appears when they perform their ritual. " Evelyn the confusion on Zayn's face and she rolled her eyes. " Dragon blood Zayn. The Dark Wolves hunted down Dragons not because they were afraid the Dragons might take over the world, but because the blood was what gave them the power they had. It was what made them the most powerful werewolves in existence. And in that forest is the last remaining D

I can't put a finger on it but something is wrong, the two witches seem to be chanting under their breath and the pendants are glowing. “Game on, old man” Enyo says, she shifts back into her small silver wolf that now holds the same white glow as her. Her wolf is small but it is stronger and faster than any other Alpha wolf I have ever seen. They start to circle each other, she snaps her teeth at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

When they stop before our thrones, Fury bows deeply while Nora dips gracefully beside him. “Your Majesty,” Fury begins. “It is an honor to stand before you again. My pack and I owe everything to your faith in us. I brought this as a token of Bloodfang’s loyalty.” He gestures, and a warrior behind him steps forward, presenting a chest of black oak. When opened, it gleams with twin daggers forged from moonsteel—the rarest metal known to wolves. Their hilts are carved with the royal crest, each blade shimmering faintly with enchantment.

Aria blasted her with light, the Daughter stumbling, but the shard’s power surged, the rift splitting wider. Lyra fought free, her dagger slashing a wolf’s flank, but a claw raked her arm, blood streaming. Torin roared, dragging himself up, his claws slashing another wolf, but he collapsed, his strength gone. “Finish it!” he growled, blood dripping. Aria’s vision blurred, the venom from Mara’s dart lingering, weakening her. But the Goddess’s power roared in her veins, silver and fierce, tied to her love for Kael. She turned to the rift, her claws glowing.

Raven looked at me with his dark blue eyes and said, "Moonbound. Now you must follow your gut and your courage. Every bond, every heartbeat—your Silver Heart is the key!" Draven was hit by the second strike. I twisted, molten energy flaring, blocking the dark fire that was aimed at him. Sparks flew across the forest in a violent way, sending red, silver, black, and crimson streaks. My chest hurt and my heart was racing, but I felt the bond—our hearts beating in perfect sync.