Dragon Hearts Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He wrapped his broad arms securely around my waist, holding me tight against his heart, refusing to let the distance of an inch come between us. "Let it bleed," Dante whispered into my hair, resting his chin on top of my head as the heavy rain continued to fall outside. "As long as you're breathing in my arms, I don't feel a thing." I closed my eyes, resting my head over the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time since this nightmare began, the throbbing pain in my head receded, replaced by a quiet, unbreakable warmth. The world outside was burning, and betrayal had cut me to the bone, but here, wrapped in the arms of the beast, I had finally found my home.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

At the same time when his Divine Awareness was released, he opened his Third Eye and frantically searched around. "Come out!" Samuel roared angrily. "I know, you must have done it. You don't have to hide with me. This is the world of the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. It is impossible for others to exist except for you." "Especially you, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. Don't pretend. Get out." After Samuel's words sounded, he directly opened his dragon heart in mid-air. Suddenly, the surrounding aura seemed to have met a whirlpool as it was wildly sucked into it.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

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"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

For a heartbeat, his hand lingered against hers, and in his eyes she saw both pride and fear. “Serenya,” he whispered, “you carry a dragon’s fire now. But fire consumes as easily as it warms. You must learn to master it—or it will master you.” She nodded, her breath still ragged. “Then stay with me. Help me hold it.” The dragon’s wings unfurled once more, sending waves of heat crashing through the chamber. The Pact is sealed. Shadows rise, but so do the stars. What you do with this flame will decide the fate of every kingdom under the sky.

His eyes blazed crimson as his hand locked around my throat. "I don't live in her head. How would I know?" My voice rasped under the chokehold as the suffocating pressure built. "Don't know?" His face twisted in fury. "She's kind and never makes enemies. The last person she saw was you. Who else but you would do something to her, you vile bitch?" The next moment, his palm cracked across my face. A loud slap rang in my ears, leaving my cheek swollen and burning. "Still want to talk tough?" Victor had lost all reason. He yanked my hair and smashed my forehead against the cold, hard floor. Pain exploded, and hot blood poured down into my eyes, dyeing the world in crimson blur.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.