Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

He caressed her pale cheeks with distressed eyes before opening the jar and taking out the pearly honey dew after pinching the purple striped bee to death. Samel put the honey dew on Asha’s lips and pushed them in the lightly opened soft petals that seems to burn his hands with electricity. The honey dew that was painstakingly created by the purple striped bee worked fast in detoxifying its own poison, and Asha’s complexion visibly improved which settled down Samel’s anxious heart. Samel slightly tightened his arms around Asha as the feeling of satisfaction and completeness drowned his entire soul in ecstacy.

I ask. “Oh, I’m not sure where that jar came from, but I do know where you can get some more. There is a guy out on the market road north of town that keeps bees. He sells it at the local grocery store.” She replies. “You know, it’s kind of a local tradition for a guy to give his sweetheart a jar of honey. Maybe you have a secret admirer.” “Well, that would be something wouldn’t it?” I laugh. “Thanks Melissa, I will have to take a trip tomorrow and get some more.” I say before turning to make my way out the door.

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

"I know, I've tried to open it too, so I notice bees every time I look out the window." "Bees?." "A lot of bees, like on a farm." Breanna nodded with a knowing look. "And have you noticed the distinct smell of honey?." Tiana shook her head. "My olfactory is probably impaled by the constant beatings." "There is only one huge Bee factory in Lake Side, I know, because we did a research a year ago on Bees, as social insects." "You think that's were we are?." Tiana asked, with wide eyes. "Right now?."

They formed a circle and all teenagers soon walked closer, wanting to know what the topic was about. “Ahem.” The Chief cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. “As we all know, the Fortess dukedom supplies the majority of food the whole kingdom, and we produce the best and only, the best products and crops. We may pride ourselves with such accomplishments but we all know that we won’t be able to do it without our companion from Mother Nature: the bees. Everyone knows that they are a great help for us in so many ways. Aside from helping us pollinize, multiply and help our crops grow its produce, they also gave us another source of income— which are the honey that they produce.”

Emma asked as she looked at Jazlyn who had been silent since her last question. "I think I just miss Ace a little. You know, for the past two years my life has only been with him," replied Jazlyn. Emma nodded her head slowly and looked straight ahead again. "I'm taking you to try some of the wedding cakes I'm going to use for the wedding. And maybe some cupcakes too. Don't you really like that?" Jazlyn shook her head. "I don't like cupcakes since I've been with Ace. You know, he really hates sweets, so I can't eat them that freely," Jazlyn replied as she exhaled.

He took a brief sniff to ascertain its contents and began to down the liquid inside. Village Head Samoa wanted to strangle the man, but held the impulse in. The jug was filled with the carefully treated honey of a century old Platinum Bee – a High Class Magical Beast. It was a treasure that he had saved for a long time, and whenever he took it out, he only took a sip and placed it back in its hiding spot. Even then, his heart ached from wasting the precious mead. Yet this man had nonchalantly started drinking it like it was his own. There was no way someone with Kaka’s skills and experience didn’t know what that was.

"That sounds like a great plan! If our village starts this work, our warriors will definitely keep every single pot completely clean and hygienic for the viewers." "Your hands will need a lot of yellow hive-wax to mold the lip salves," I remind him. "Are there any bee-keeping packs living around these ridges?" Master Jacob nods his head super fast, a giant smile on his face. "Yes, we have several great bee-keepers in the next valley who harvest pure local honey from the rocks. There are plenty of hives around the mountain, so getting hive-wax is super easy for our hands. The only problem is that our brains don't know the exact steps to separate the essential oils or cook the salves."

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."