Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

There were also rumors that regularly consuming honey produced by these bees could gradually reveal the secrets of their invisibility. While Adrian didn't consider the first legend, he did look forward to the second. Even if he didn't master the bees' secrets, the honey's benefits would still greatly aid in his training breakthroughs. The honey produced by Invisibees was made from the essence of various celestial flowers and plants, resulting in a pure, natural, and harmless elixir. Toughy and Cheery made substantial gains, their attack and defense skills becoming remarkably seasoned thanks to Eloise's efforts. Whenever the little critters were exhausted and wanted to retreat, she would herd

“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 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."

She was aided by the revelation that locally grown honey was being touted as an allergen-resistance builder and for its many healing properties—on and on the good luck went, it seemed. When she mourned her own husband’s death (miserable, unreliable S.O.B. that he was), the bees had mourned along with her. She had draped all the wooden hives with black crepe for veils, lifting these only after Good-Time Larry’s burial to share sweets with them, and other foods brought to the funeral feast. Such were the ways of rural folk.

I could feel my hair becoming really sticky because of the eggs and flour. “Oh, so you still want more? Don’t worry honey, I still have more here!” She said as she took out a bottle of honey syrup. Damn these witches. Wasting so much food.

"Here my friend, Beluga vodka. Made from pure grain; down from Russia. It has a very high alcoholic content of about 40%." He dropped the bottle and picked up another transparent bottle, although, the content was not as clear as the previous one. "And this one is called American Honey. Made with wild turkey Kentucky bourbon and pure honey. It is a 35% alcohol liqueur blended with honey and real wild turkey bourbon whisky. And of course, from the United States of America." He makes his way to another bottle. So, I interrupted. "I am sorry Mr. Bendez, but I don't think we can do that today. I got people waiting for me at home. So, I am gon have to take the lessons next time."

‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked. ‘You know their age through their roots’ nara said ‘snow grass has a life span of 100 years, the snow grass they are taking is about 50-60 years’. ‘Wow I guess it’s true, healers and witches go crazy for herbs’ ivory murmured opening the map she held. Ivory noticed a blue dot at the entry point of chex on the map, straining her eyes she looked at it carefully. ‘This wasn’t there before’ ivory thought.

“Take her to my quarters, Gus.” “Right away, boss.” “She’ll need all her strength for later.” Only as I laid down on my bed, hot and bothered, did it occur to me he’d not said this room was ours. What had the middle-aged Alpha disclosed about the famous leader of Wild Horses? Hopefully it wasn’t about me. Chris’s pack, Beeline, was a renowned producer of honey rivalling, if not surpassing, Moon Tides for quality. He even reminded me of those particular insects. Was I about to get stung from an unlikely quarter?

Kyle asked, staring at the results from a sample of fresh honey taken from the pack's beehives near their clover field. “I don't know, but it doesn't affect the bees at all. Their honey is loaded with it! This explains everything! It explains why the entire pack isn't poisoned. Not everyone eats honey. It explains how it was building up in their system. It depends on how much honey they eat. If it's only a little here, and a little there, it'll take a while for it to build in their system, and really start taking effect.” “Did you tell your Alpha yet?”