Dragon Of Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

On the desk sat a large white covered book with gold dragons on the cover. Rain walked to the desk and waited for me to sit down before she opened the book and scooted it closer to me. She then sat on the corner of the desk facing me and said” If you read this part of the mate book you will understand the mating ceremony. After I will tell you about how Reya is and what to expect from us as your mate.” I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then began to read. The book was old but the pages were pristine and the letters in gold. It didn’t take me long to read the few pages on mating a dragon woman. I now understood why Rain held apart of herself back from me. Dragons, no matter the gen

Someone cleared their throat, and I saw Aris with arched eyebrows, and then I smiled before I jumped into his arms, and he kissed me with all that passion he felt for me. I couldn't hold back the tears. “I love you, Nadine,” the vampire said so earnestly that I just took a deep breath. “Come here,” Drago said, and I looked at him painfully. The dragon hugged me so lovingly; I could only cry, overwhelmed by the love I felt. Drago, as beautiful as he was, gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Nadine,” the dragon said firmly. “We will all always love you.”

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

Malrec’s eyes widen. For a moment neither of us moves. Then I tear his heart free. The roar that erupts from my chest shakes the sky itself. It rises with Seraphina’s music. Dragon and song. Power and love. Two realms answering the same call. Malrec’s body collapses. And the war ends in the echo of that sound.

We would not have chosen him if he couldn’t. “The other side of my gift. You know that I can make a personal feel and see the ultimate love. However, for one who had never received it, I can turn it into their worst nightmare. According to my dragon it can work like a pool of memories. It takes moments in time when love should have been given and adds it to show you what would have changed if love were involved. It depicts a picture that you feel to the deepest part of yourself and shows you what you will never have” I tell him as I watch his face.

I darted in and out of the trees as fast as my legs would carry me. Soon enough I came into the clearing by the lake. Sat by the edge of the water was Draco's enormous ashen gray dragon. He let out another deafening roar into the air, and it was such a sad song. My heart broke for him when he lowered his head and nudged at the lifeless body of Lorena. His snout was huge, almost half the size of her tiny body, but he was so gentle when he tried to nudge her awake. He knew she was gone, but there was a part of him hoping that he was wrong. I stepped forward with my hands up, and when my foot snapped a twig he startled, shooting a fireball at me. I jumped out of the way and shouted out, “Draco,

Made me stupid…I should kill you someday perhaps…’ King Dragon inhaled deeply, inside his chest was hit by thunder storms of anger, anxiety, devastated emotion as people called as the spark of desperate love that he should kill a long time ago. ‘People said it was kind of love and hate at the same time…’ He wiped his lips with his clenched fingers. Fiery clutched on his eyes…

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.