Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

The dragon seemed to be satisfied because he closed his eyes and relaxed to his touch. “Can't he talk like other creatures?” he asked, admiring his white-blue body with a light blue underbelly, giving him the appearance and texture of a cloud. He has sky-blue eyes, along with a strip of light blue on his forehead. He has two golden horns were on the back of his head and a pair of large feathery wings that curl up at the tip. “He does not talk but he understands everything we say.” the king answered. “I see.” Jimmy nodded, then his gaze landed on a collar around his neck. It had a beautiful Ruby in the middle. “It's very nice,” he mumbled, gently touching the stone.

He wants to go back in the Grand company, yet the pathway is very dark. At this time, Honey is taking to her sleep early; she will be reporting to her job tomorrow. After a couple of hours, she wakes up quickly due to the attraction of the galaxy in the room. She forgets to close to the window. Immediately, she closes to this window quickly. However, the attraction of the galaxy will enter to her eyes. Hence, she could not sleep to her bed.

A subtle scent wafted out—soft, yet deeply alluring, evoking a memory both familiar and distant. Camille inhaled deeply, her body stirring awake. "This is..." she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement and surprise, "Miel de Tilleul? Linden blossom honey?" "Exactly," Antoine nodded, a glimmer of pride and amusement lighting up his eyes at Camille's reaction. "Linden blossom honey essence, handcrafted by Laurent from the blossoms along the Seine in the summer of 1998."

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”

They were definitely decent as a gift. Judging by the happy expressions on her parents' faces earlier, they were also pleased with the gift. But what Mindy brought over… Cynthia remembered noticing that specific brand during her price check. It was considered the Hermès among honey brands. Each jar contained whole honeycombs that were meticulously hand-cut and glistened in liquid like molten gold. As for the price, it was absolutely outrageous. The price for one jar was so expensive that it made her inhale a sharp breath when she saw it.

Instead of flying around like the other glow bees, she crawled around on all six legs and wriggled like a warm on the ground. “It’s the side effect of mutation,” the dhampir explained. “It’s closer to a glow worm with wings than a cave bee that glows. Unlike other bees, the royal jelly she fed on as a larvae contains minotaur blood. Special bees extract blood from the minotaur like a mosquito to create royal jelly for their chosen queen larvae. The special diet prevents it from developing an exoskeleton.” Reaching for the royal jelly cells behind the queen, the dhampir patted the worm-like creature on the head and fed her one cell of royal jelly as a treat before leaving with the entire cell

He told Conrad and Olivia that what they had just smelled is a mixture of lavender, lemon, and one more component that is sweet, but he couldn’t distinguish it. Chef Austin told that group that their work made him imagine himself in a garden full of lemons, lavender, and freshly harvested honey from a beehive. Alfred was surprised that they would use honey in their loaf. He knew that using honey in the loaf would be challenging and risky. Considering the consistency of the honey itself. Chef Austin then gave them a perfect score, and everyone in the room was left astonished. Everyone just stood in their places after seeing a group receiving a perfect score. Conrad looks at the student and th

It wraps around my wrist, a golden bracelet of liquid sugar. I bring my wrist to my mouth. I lick it. The taste explodes in my brain. But it’s not just sweet. It’s data. Glucose. Fructose. Water content: 17%. Floral source: Clover. I see the molecular structure of the sugar dissolving on my tongue. It is a symphony of chemistry. "Taste it," I say to Alex. He leans in. He licks the honey from my skin. His tongue is rough, warm, biological.

A patch of honey had turned dark green. Alarmed, Zelda hurried over immediately. The moment she saw it, her brows furrowed deeply. Before their very eyes, the golden honey darkened.