Dragon Hearted Novels & Stories

I turned slightly and then, it hit me. I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.

The sheer friction of her movement against me sent a white-hot wave of heat straight to my core, my breathing hitching as a low, guttural growl ripped from deep inside my chest. And yet, even through the dizzying, narcotic rush of heat, the harsh reality of our lives hummed beneath our skin like an exposed electrical wire. Arthur’s name wasn't spoken aloud in the room, but his toxic shadow lingered heavily in the corners, clinging to the rafters. It lived in the cold, legal reality of the divorce papers sitting on the prosecutor's desk across town, in the purple bruises she was still physically healing from, in the absolute, explosive destruction we were both leaving in our wake. She was sti

A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed. Fearless heart, riding to the sky, facing the dragon, eye to eye. Lance of light, a piercing blade, through the heart, a choice well made. Souls set free from dragon’s core, released into the twilight’s lore. Dragon bones now at their rest, buried where none would dare invest. No one to find or resurrect, in the underworld, a dragon’s quest. The terror, once a farmer’s dread, now lies still in eternal rest. Akyaka’s heart, now light and free, the dragon’s tale, a bedtime yarn to be.”

Even that smug voice cracked. [Then... do the other honored monsters wish to offer your precious hearts too, to help your loved one return home?] The real key— Was their hearts. Hearts filled with happiness. Hearts that loved me. The dragon tamer raised his sword, ready to rip out the dragon's heart— But inside? Just a cold, black lump. Seven days and not a shred of real joy. No happiness, no heart of light. That was the dungeon's final trick. He snapped, screaming, "What's the big deal? It's just a heart—I've got one too!"

However, she's proved wrong, by her mate nonetheless. TRISTEN SLADE is a determined, yet surprisingly kind dragon prince-- but only to his kind. He was always harsh towards humans, it was their very existence that forced dragons to run and hide within the shadows and caves, the once powerful and majestic creatures, now long forgotten. His only mission was to find the Heart of Magic, a gem that would return his kind to their original glory, but when a certain little human practically runs into his arms, scared, terrified and lost, he's brought into something anew...and beautiful.

Then, my Sisters in the priesthood filed away, none of them looking back to me. I took a deep breath, and knelt before the mouth of the dragon's cavern, arranging some of the treasure around my legs. He had to accept the entire sacrifice, or his fury would consume the people. He was a dangerous Master, but when he was pleased, the island of Drachonia (even the island's name sang His praises!) flourished.

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.

Plus he needed to handle Lorcan who is in an utterly shocking position. Once everyone when inside, Adrian's brought his mate's chin up again, he never broke his gaze away from his mate, not even once ever since he entered the backyard. He was amazed and mesmerized by her beauty and everything. Elysian looked at him sadly, lips slightly pouting as she drowns herself into her mate's eyes. "Why are you sad?" "You know.." "I know what?" Adrian smiled again. "You know. I'm a Dragon.." Adrain chuckled softly, then nodding his head at her.

Heather had been turning the ring over in her jacket pocket for two weeks, ever since watching Sorcha cry happy tears through Starr's entire wedding speech, ever since realizing, with a clarity that had startled her, that she wanted exactly this kind of day for herself, and specifically for herself with this particular loud, warm, endlessly generous woman who had somehow talked her way past every careful boundary Heather had built over years of protecting her own heart.

said Lydia as she joined on the seat on the balcony. It must have been past midnight. The night was still young. The moon was out, brighter, giving light to the stars. Even though the moon brightened the sky, I felt darkness hugging me. I felt like my heart was drowning. As I stared blankly at the sky, Lydia interrupted the moment, "I hope you don't mind talking about the horrible dream that got you up at this wee hour." As much as I wanted someone to be there for me, I didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone.