Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

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.

"Is it not?" "Honey is deceptively complicated." She says it with the face she makes about things she knows deeply. The focused serious one. "The floral notes change everything downstream. You can't just add honey and expect it to behave." "Tell me." She looks at me. "You don't need a lecture on honey." "I want one." "Dominic." "Emma." I lean back. "Tell me about honey."

Her fingers deftly untied the bag, revealing what looked at first like a simple wooden box, crafted from richly grained walnut. She opened it. Inside, a layer of deep velvet cushioned several pieces of rare, wild-foraged Manuka honeycomb, dark amber and thick with potency. Beside them rested a small jar of the finest Icelandic dried reindeer lichen—a supplement so prized it was said to strengthen the blood—its pale colour and clean, earthy scent speaking of exceptional quality.

“If it’s related to your lycan, yes.” I took another sip of the tea. It was then I noticed that the sweet scent in the air came from the tea. “What kind of sweetener did you use for this?” His eyes brightened. Like someone had turn on a lightbulb hidden behind them. His back straightened and a smile crawled into his face. He looked ecstatic. Weird. Especially over a cup of tea. “It’s royal honey made from wild bees,” he replied. “Do you like it?” I took another sip. “It’s too sweet.”

" You have been reported missing by Mr. Tyler Hall who I assume is your father , very powerfull man . I assume you ran away because ...reasons , but have no where stay because police is searching for you now . " How could they find out who my father is that fast ? "We can provide you protection from police and in turn you work for us , you'll get paid just like every one else who works for us " I didn't see why I could deny . It was the best luck I had . " I don't trust you " I softly spoke fumbling with my spoon . " Do you wanna be locked in the basement of this club as a hostage or do you wanna work , get paid and live a normal life Eve ? " That man who's name I was yet not given, asked .

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

Yet she stood up laboriously as Mary and Zerden approached her stall. “Good day,” she said. “Good day,” Mary replied. “We’d need a kilo of honey if missus has it.” “I have honey, all right,” said the woman, taking out a large glass jar containing golden honey. “It costs 1 kresi and 5 vorm,”, she said as she put the jar on the table. “That is a good price for such beautiful honey,” Mary said. When Zerden started to tack take out the money, Mary whispered something in his ear. He looked at her questioningly, but she looked sternly back. He shrugged his shoulders and gave the money to the woman.

I said, placing the honey tea in his hands. "Did you make this?" He asked after taking two sips of it. I nodded. It was something I used to make as a child whenever I got sick. The honey tea is a sweet mild drink that includes herbs, honey, and lemons. Alexander drank the whole bottle of it, and I hoped he liked it.

It was creamy yet had a tantalizing kick of saltiness, making it the perfect balance of savory and sweet. The second one was the Lavender Honey Dream; a pale lilac scoop with a floral aroma, delicately sweetened with wildflower honey. It melted into a soft, herbaceous finish that felt like eating a meadow in springtime. It was lovely, but I wasn’t a fan of it, and neither was Lyn.