Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

“I felt the link open in your mind slightly so I gave it a try. Did Zander say something this time or is he just making it a habit of growling at me?” “He said one word. Bumble. It’s what he calls you I think because to us you smell like spicy honey.” She smirks slightly at me. “Spicy Honey? Did you have science class at your pack school?” I nod, looking confused by the questions. “I ask because bumble bees don’t actually make honey.” She laughs. “Yes we know but with the smell of honey and your black hair I think he just found it fitting. Sorry if it bothers you.”

It was rare enough to know someone who had actually gone to Iridian, and I had never heard anything that suggested my Mom might know someone. "Try this one! You'll love it." Helena flashed me a friendly smile, plucking one of the decanters from the bar cart. She grabbed a small crystal cup and perched it on her lap. The liquid was a deep shade of honey, and looked quite thin in comparison to some of the other liquids. "Is it alcohol?" I asked, smelling the contents of the glass. The honey-colored liquid smelt like toffee and freshly roasted nuts, with notes of cinnamon and clove. The depth of smell was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

"This looks wonderful, Thalia – thank you for your thoughtfulness. We couldn't ask for a better start to the day." Eirene climbed onto a wooden chair, her eyes wide as Thalia placed a small plate of warm bread and honey in front of her. "Is this the same honey that goes in the pastries Hermes talked about?" she asked, already reaching for a piece of bread. "Even better, little one," Thalia replied with a kind smile. "This is from the hives right next to Elias's farm – his bees love the flowers in his olive groves."

But with these creatures, that’s a different matter. Humans grabbed by their feet; the creatures continue to fly through the tunnels. Thanks to the honey’s sticky characteristic, it’s not easy to remove it from their body just by facing the wind. A big familiar opening has been seen, and the team knows that they are now reaching their destination – the queen’s nest.

“Two more weeks. Maybe three.” He nodded slowly. “Three weeks is fine.” She let out a careful breath. “Thank you.” “You already thanked me,” he said. “Stop thanking me.” She looked at him. He was looking at the meadow, but his ears were red. She looked away and smiled at her boots. Chapter 7: The Honey House The honey house sat between the farmhouse and the hive yard, small and wooden, smelling of wax and sweetness and something older underneath. Silas used it for extraction, for storage, for the quiet work of processing frames. He’d never offered to show it to her. She’d never asked.

The next day, I cheerfully turned on my phone. I was planning to look at some houses, but one message caught my eye. The title read, "Founder of Draxon Group Holds Funeral at Company Headquarters." Draxon Group was the company Daniel had started. I clicked on it out of curiosity. The discussion thread already had thousands of replies. Locals in our city were sharing it everywhere. "I remember that guy! He got punched by his father-in-law at the courthouse and asked why the father-in-law wasn't dead. Turns out it was his own father who died."

I felt hands scoop me up suddenly. "Toma," I heard Sylar warn me. "You're misbehaving." "Give him a spoon full of this," Charles said from the counter, bringing a spoonfull of something yellow over to Dmitri. Dmitri frowned and looked towards it then at me then at it. "What is it?" He asked cautiously, looking hesitant as he slowly took the spoon. "Some honey and those herbs, we used to feed it all the time to the hatchlings. Dragons love honey." Charles looked towards me. "Trust me." Dmitri nodded then and looked towards me before he smiled and walked over, taking me from Sylar as he purred to me.

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming. He reached to the side and came back with a small golden bottle. Honey. Dark, thick, dripping honey. “What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it. Warm golden syrup hit my tits in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my nipples, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.