Dragon Hunt Book Novels & Stories

I knew, the moment I laid eyes on her again, that something had been awoken within her. I don’t know if I’m concerned, excited or kind of numb by the realisation, but I do know that I read about those traits in one place, and one place only. The Dragon Chronicles, or ‘pamphlet’ as Gabe called it, and now the name has stuck. Gabe and Hunter will never be trusted to name anything, because the names they give most things are either dripping with sarcasm or unnecessarily vulgar.

Or skin. I moved silently between the shelves, my fingers trailing over spines. History books. Genealogies. Accounts of the Purge that would have been burned if anyone knew they still existed. Then I found it. The Dragon Clans: A Complete History. The cover was warm to the touch. I barely had it open when a voice purred from the shadows: "Looking for something?" Hayden Moore stepped into the moonlight, twirling a knife between his fingers. His smile was all teeth.

[Carnelia] One thing to remember about drakes is that they cannot resist a good chase. Especially if the drakaina they are chasing is their fated mate. The pull to chase, catch, mark, and mate is so overwhelmingly strong that a drake denied this instinctual right will find themselves falling into a heat so terrible they will tear down the world to complete their union. It is such a part of dragon society, especially among royal dragons, that unions are not considered properly sealed until the chase has occurred.

She quickly flipped through the pages until she arrived at the exact place in the exact year. “Winterrun Village … was found burning …” she mumbled in a whisper, reading as fast as she could. “Dragon had not been found?” her eyebrows rose. “A dragon with multiple heads had been caught in sight on the same day—” “Surrender NOW! The Archon Hunters will come and catch you soon,” the old keeper called out. Larice couldn’t read all of it, so she ripped the page off the book, folded it, and dug it in her black boots. She was about to stand up when—

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

anced herself from me. I have this burning need inside me to always be close to her or touching her. That’s how I kept Maxim calm and myself. She let go of my hands and stood up from the bed clothing herself in black shorts and matching tank top. I was amazed still that she had such a gift. I got up from the bed and went to stand beside her as she quickly clothed me again in dark jeans and a black tee shirt. She didn’t bother with shoes. “Come with me Selwyn and I will tell you everything about having a dragon mate.” She said as she took my hand again in her warm hand and we walked down to the library. The mansion itself was impressive but I didn’t pay it that much attention. My eyes stayed

No title on the spine. I pull it from the shelf. LPThe cover is blank. But when I open it, the pages are filled with handwriting. Small. Neat. Careful. I read the first page. “The blood of the Dragon God flows through hidden veins. Most mortals do not know they carry it. They do not know they are more than they seem.” My heart stops. I turn the page. The child of dragon and wolf shall unite the races or destroy them forever. The prophecy is old. Older than any kingdom. Older than any war.