Dragon Gift Of Night Fury Novels & Stories

“You think an Alpha of the northern frost gives away territory coin out of pity, Lyra?” Alistair’s voice dropped, his grip tightening on the heavy bundle of silver currency I had thrust into his hands. “He doesn't,” I said, rising from the bench in the Silverclaw Wing before the medicine wolf could twist my actions into something more desperate. “That is the precise bounty I tore from Darius Nightbane’s vault box last night. It is the blood-debt owed to my mother, and it belongs in the Moonshadow Infirmary accounts. I have to return to the pack house before the midday shift begins.”

Lavana's mate interrupted him, "Shut it. You know very well that before you get here, I'd already killed her. I might consider sparing her life if you answer my questions frankly. So, who are you two and why was Glinda stalking me and my mate?" Narfi gritted his teeth with his hands balled into fists. "Are you talking or not?" Phoenix uncrossed his arms and took out a transparent small bottle containing a foul-smelling dark liquid. He opened the pot's lid and emptied the contents into the boiling water. Glinda attempted to get out, but he forced her back in before covering the pot again. "So?" Phoenix asked with a raised eyebrow. Narfi sighed and stopped balling his hands. Then he answered,

For a moment, the four of us, wolf, wizard, vampire, dragon, moved as one. The mercenaries roared, throwing themselves into the fray. Their dragonsteel glinted, nets flying. But with Nora at my side, every strike they aimed fell short. Her fire poured into my veins, into my shadows, until I felt like I was wielding her soul alongside my hunger. I let it loose. The shadow-flame erupted from my chest, a tidal wave of black and gold fire, devouring everything in its path. Mercenaries screamed as nets burned to slag, weapons melted in their hands. My father staggered, his blood-glyphs cracking under the onslaught.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The night of the Copulation Ceremony arrived beneath a sky heavy with the light of the three moons. Kaelith led Lyra to the highest balcony of the Obsidian Tower where a magnificent creature awaited them. It was a Nightveil Drake — a sleek, winged beast with obsidian scales that shimmered with inner starlight and deep violet membranes on its wings. Its eyes glowed molten silver. The creature lowered its massive head only for Kaelith, rumbling deeply in recognition. But when Lyra approached, the drake surprised them both by gently nudging her hand with its warm snout, a low, affectionate purr vibrating through its chest.

Venomous eyes the color of emeralds fall to me as if she were looking at a mere insect. She is cruel. I can already tell before she opens her mouth. “This is the Tribute who has been moved into the Queens Suite?” her eyes wander over me like she were inspecting goods. “Awfully flat, aren’t you? And where are your curves? Are you part stick?” she tsks, her maids snicker, and fingernails cut my palms. “A little thing like you could never handle a Dragon, darling.” This is the same song and dance as before. I simply bow my head, I am not stupid proud enough to argue with a Dragon Noble.

Storm grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement, and Ronan smiled, his eyes warm with approval. "I knew I could count on you all," Ronan said. "And as a reward for your loyalty and assistance, I must reveal to you that there are powers granted to those who help Dynaris on her quest." Our eyes widened in surprise, and Dynaris's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "The ancient dragon throne holds the key to unlocking the secrets of the dragon shifters," Ronan explained. "And those who help Dynaris on her quest will be granted a portion of those powers." We exchanged excited glances, our minds racing with the possibilities. We knew that this quest wouldn't be easy, but with the promise of powers and

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.