Dragon Hearted Novels & Stories

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

I asked. Bryan sits up and leans against a large rock that the beasts likely used as a seat by the fire. “Nothing else matters but you. I know you're angry with me, but please hear me out. I messed up by cheating. Things were tense with the pack and you. Sarah was an outlet. She gave me a place to vent my frustrations physically, but I never loved her. There is only you in my heart, Tru.” “Bryan, I’m a mate to a dragon,” I explained.

Far, far away, tiny as a toy, I could see Hallow Fortress, with its crooked east gate and its old Tree. And in the middle of the ring lay a dragon. She was even bigger up close. Her scales were black as coal, and old scars crossed her sides like cracks in a plate. Her wings were folded. Her great head lay on the glass. The black collar around her neck had begun to glow a sick red, and thin black veins crawled out of it across her skin. She was gasping. Every breath rattled. Below her belly, held on thick chains, hung the Heartdrum.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

The darkness of the nightmare still threatens to engulf me. Dru’s eyes narrow. She grabs my hand, presses it to her chest. Her heartbeat thuds against my palm. "You listen good. I ain’t some damsel in distress waiting for your sorry ass to rescue me. I knew who you were, the good and the damaged, when I kissed you in that grease-stained garage for the first time a year ago. I know exactly who you are now, scars and all! You think I’m scared of your deadbeat father’s ghost? Of you, Dragon?” She scoffs, a harsh, disbelieving sound. “You cried like a baby when that scrawny stray cat at the junkyard had kittens, for Christ’s sake.”

“What did you say?” “My friend’s cursed by a crimson witch. Although she did everything she could to find a cure, no amount of magic or saint could undo the damn curse. The Dragon’s Heart is the only thing that can save her. I heard it has the power to heal all kinds of sicknesses and break all types of curses. I know it sounds like a fairytale but it’s the only shot we have at healing her,” I said, frustrated. “The dragon’s heart is nothing but a myth.”

Laryn I risk my life for one glimpse of a treasure so precious it's worth the danger. I've heard Bastian's rumbling when I enter his territory and my heart breaks for our destroyed friendship. The blame is on me and no one else. I stole his mate, Acasia, who at the time was Bastian's most valued possession. It doesn't matter that I released her or that a dragon's very nature covets the greatest treasure of others. Bastian hates me. Now Acasia has become dragon and the two guard the first dragon egg laid in thousands of years. I only want a simple glimpse to wash away a small bit of the loneliness that endlessly eats my soul.

When Elara’s family fell into debt, she signed a paper believing it would save them — never knowing she was signing her freedom away. Kaelen Rourke, the coldest and most powerful man in the city, bought her without hesitation. He married her not for love, but as an arrangement — a wife to show the world, and a servant to keep his house. From the first day, he made it clear: she was purchased, not chosen. He gave her orders instead of kindness, called her a transaction instead of a partner, and kept her at a distance as if she were something to be hidden. Yet beneath his harsh words and icy silence, Elara sees something else — a man who guards his heart like a fortress, afraid that letting

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.