Dragon's Library Novels & Stories

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

The other side was identical, only the stone was dark as night itself. When paired together, it looked as though the creatures were readying to battle one another. Beside the doors stood those twin Gods that had offered me a choice. Even etched in stone, I recognized the sly tilt to their lips, and could practically hear their lilting voices unfurling in my head. “There’s a plaque over here.” Draco grunted, capturing our attention. He wiped part of the wall with his hand, smoothing away a thick layer of dust. His brows furrowed as he read, “Beware the Librarians who gave sight for sound. Tread quiet and swift, or you’ll never be found.”

said Charlotte looking around with a " You mean Galdaranast library ?.....I see........You have misspelled the name that's why you are here . This is the Galdaranost street . The library is called Galdaranast . " said the dragon man with a smile . When she heard him her mind went completely black . She remembered Tia telling her the name of the library . ' From all the idiotic mistakes that I have made , this is by far the most ridiculous one . How could I make such a mistake ?! Stupid ! Stupid ! Stupid !!! ' thought Charlotte with a crying expression and forced smile .

More than one included the Guardians Nayara and Ghaeron, overseeing an official function or flaming enemies in battle. As the two of them passed through the main gallery of the Hall on their way to the First Commander’s office, he noted a particularly large tapestry that filled most of one wall. It represented the great battle, ages ago, between the Black Knights, Minotaurs, and Na’Himara against the enormous form of the mad Dragon Neyalha. Gheyaral hovered above his rampaging mate as they forced her toward the mystical vortex. Randey had seen it once before, when his father had brought him here, but he had been too young to truly appreciate it. It was beautiful and frightening all at once.

“I heard they were. They’ve never been seen by anyone, but they had to be there. Look at the edge, it’s sharp enough to cut steel. No smith in the dragon kingdom is equipped with this kind of skill.” “Did they disappear along with the Orcs?” Leila was reminded of the tales of a terrible race. “Even earlier. The ancient battles wouldn’t have been as horrifying as they were if the dragons had assistance from the Dwarfs.” Ben ran to a pile of leather-bound books, “Look! A Rumored History of The Dwarves.” He blew off the dust and handed it to Leila. “I got these from the deepest end of the Castle Library.” “You can read it first, if you’re keen to see its contents.” Leila gave Ben a look of aff

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

Once one has entered the Library of Magic, they cannot speak of its existence to another living soul, lest they be cursed for eternity. That was fine. I had zero intentions of revealing this place to anyone I knew, even the men I was trusting to lead my army. This was my secret to keep. I looked around the library. Although it seemed silly to speak the words out loud, it might be the only way I could find what I was looking for. “Dragon Knights,” I declared, and then quickly followed up with, “Curse.” A ripple went through the room. Then, from the farthest corner, a small book flew off its shelf and drifted over to me. I plucked it out of the air and looked at the cover in amazement.

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.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

"Ah, *The Library Dragon*. Yes. It's a favorite." Julian nodded once, his gaze not quite reaching hers. He wasn't accustomed to small talk. Not accustomed to this softness. And certainly not accustomed to *lingering*. She waved her hand gently. "It's in the children's section—over here." He followed her through the store, his steps light behind her. The shelves loomed above them like old friends. Motes of dust danced in bars of slanting light from high windows. Lena felt the rise and fall of his breathing behind her—too close, too quiet—but said nothing.