Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

Roxy said while getting up "I'm going to get me a water bottle you want one" "yes" I said while rubbing my forehead i usually don't eat a lot of sweets, because when I do I get mini headaches; like a sugar hangover. I looked on the bed for my phone to see it had fell, I reached down for it, but a hand grabbed it before I could "aaaaaahhhh" I screamed while standing up on the bed, Roxy came running in holding two water bottles "whats wrong" she said looking up at me I pointed under the bed "someone is under there"

I could feel tears falling down my cheeks just at the sight of it. Zoey had made it for me in the first couple of weeks that I was in the Dark Moon pack. She had said that she only makes them for the most important people in her life, and that she knew I was one of her important people. She had said that the gold was reserved for the super important, and the colours were our favourite colours all entwined together just like how we would be. Just seeing this brought memories of Zoey. That made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Adding to his stock of medicine. ''Are you sure?!'' shouted Ruvi with a frown, ''You won't die if you get stung, but still...'' ''Don't worry they'll leave without a fight,'' replied Hans confidently, ''But we have to wait. At least 3 days to seven days.'' Hans and Ruvi saw a very large beehive. Then Hans said he would take the honey because it was good for Anindira's care. ''Should we guard here until the bees leave?''

We weave through the crowd and I take in the sights and scents. The smell of sweet fried doughs in honey syrup floating on the wind, I am distracted by all the sweet delights. Nuts and honey wrapped in crunchy layers of delicate dough. Fried dough soaked in honey syrup. Ice cream piled high on fresh pressed lacy waffle cones. The design of the royal family crest is delicately woven into the cone pattern. I long to eat my fill of sweet treats, to be a child again, carefree and wild.

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

She stood up and went into the cottage, returning a moment later with a bundle of dried blue-bells and a small jar of thick, golden honey. "This is Moon-Blossom honey," she explained. "It won't stop the Heat—nothing can—but it will take the edge off the fever. And these flowers? Put them in your bath. They’ll help Félix stay focused so he doesn't just turn into a mindless beast the moment he touches you." I took the items, my fingers brushing hers. "Thank you, Maya. I don't know what I’d do without you." "You’d probably just accidentally vaporize the Great Hall out of sheer horniness," Maya winked, making me gasp in mock-outrage. "Go on, get back to your fortress. And Emma?"

It was the space of two professionals building a future. Julian Oswald stood directly beside her. He wore a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was not managing the inches between them. "The scent of the fermented honey is beginning to shift," Aurora noted quietly. "Describe the transition," Julian instructed. His deep voice was a low, steady anchor in the warm room. "It’s moving from floral to toasted," Aurora explained. "The sweetness is becoming heavy. I can smell the exact second the lipids start to separate from the sugars."

On the side of the carton, bold red letters caught my eye: HOT SAUCE. I frowned. We had never used this brand before. It looked expensive and premium. What were we going to use it for? Maybe for the fried items, burgers, or the new spicy sandwiches? I shook my head and kept moving. “Hey, Yvonne,” I said when I caught up with one of the older workers. “What’s all this about? We’ve never had this many cartons before.” Yvonne wiped sweat from her forehead and smiled. “Our boss won some kind of prize in the company competition. They gave him a thousand dollars’ worth of this hot sauce. Lucky us, right?”

she continued, scowling at Minet. “That is where you’re wrong, I played no part in this whatsoever, it was all him and his new friends” Minet replied with a smile, patting Rex on the shoulder. Looking back to Rex suspiciously, “It was a gift of sorts” he replied. “From who?” Lacey asked curiously, she knew very well a cask of Kadota honey mead cost well over a thousand dactrem each and was extremely difficult to source due to the dangers of the desert.

To be more precise, it is often after Owen has gone to visit Finn and his friends when I suddenly get this faint whiff of honey and my body suddenly craves eating it as heat rushes through my body. If this keeps up, the pack is going to have to buy honey by the truckload. I don’t think there has been a day over the past several weeks when I’ve come back to the pack house and haven’t savored at least one piece of honey toast. Most days, I have a piece of honey toast as soon as I get back to the pack house and then later on, around midnight, I find myself back in the kitchen eating more. Is it even healthy for me to be eating this much of it?