Dragon Road Book Novels & Stories

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

She could still them for a bit if she needed to, but it was clear to her what Slate had in mind. As they ran toward the window, both of the men shifted into nearly identical dragons, Flint’s slightly smaller than Slate’s. The younger brother broke through the window, darting out into the sky while Slate paused a moment, waiting for Nya. With no hesitation, she mounted him, running up his tail and wrapping her legs around his neck. His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky.

At least if he couldn't help himself, helping her find a group would give him relief that they were people to watch her back. Drake fell silent as he thought of a better way. He was looking around the cell when his eyes fell on the book from before and an idea came to mind. “Hold on princess, If I remember correctly, I think there might be a ritual in that book that could help us identify dragon blood” he said as he got up and grabbed the book. “Really? That would be great. It would save us a lot of trouble” Elaina replied eagerly. If there was a better way, she was more than willing to give it a try.

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,

I whispered. “Brodie ran a check on this guy, and he’s bad news, Nova. Really bad news.” Wyatt looked at me and raised a brow. “What do I not know, Wyatt?” “Well, that depends. Did you know Rob runs drugs for some big-timers in Florida?” “Rob is running drugs; of course he is, dammit! No, I had no idea.” No idea, but the ignorance doesn’t surprise me. “You’re not the only girl he’s hurt, Nova; He has a pattern.”

But what’s odd is that instead of children, teenage boys and adult men are buying the balloons. “It’s him.” He said. “Okay.” I muttered as I checked my things and my bike. “I think the drugs are hidden inside those balloons.” I said. Then I heard Black Dragon on my intercom, “Kid, give the coordinates.” “It’s 21 degrees southwest from the Han River, Black Dragon.” Hawkeye answered him. “Got it. Let’s finish this.” Black Dragon said as I heard his car started and sped away leaving smoke and dirt behind. "What a show off." I mumbled as I ride my bike and followed him.

There is no fight left in me now. “Watch” The word rings out in the air over and over as once more I am bombarded with the images. I watch a life that I never knew I wanted flashes by my eyes. I watch as my brother and I make it safely out of that alley. We spend years as we move from place to place surviving on only what we need until we are approached one day. A safe haven for dragons is offered and we go together.

That won't end well, Dragon. The tension between us was intense, the excitement, the dominant man was not good for me, the tattoo falling from his fingertips to his chest. Chaos Dragon will only bring me "We are the authors of our books, Jenny Anderson, we choose how to finish, and I know how I want my books to end." "How is that?" "I want you to stand in front of that window and stare at everyone while I fuck you so you can't walk." He said frankly, and my hip tried to tie them together, but his thigh prevented them from doing so.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Dragons shifted, wings flexing in anticipation of later flight. The trucks began to move. Slow at first. Then steady. Rolling down the southern road beneath a sky that had turned an uneasy shade of gray. I stood at the gate long after the last vehicle passed beyond the rise. The air felt… disturbed. Subtle. Like ripples moving through still water. My dragon stirred uneasily beneath my skin, wings flexing against restraint. Not fear. Not yet. But awareness. The sky above did not darken further. It did not storm.