Dragon Series Books Young Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

My dragon growled, deep enough to shake the ground. A young dragon, thirteen hands high, stood outside my cave. He was just in his cloth, no weapons or shields in his possession. Not a single scar on his body; his dragon was not old in the slightest. Adam must have sent him because no other dragon would dare come here to deliver a message. Not to the monster.

She’s My Fire Book 2 of the Harmony Moon Series Prolog *** NINETEEN YEARS AGO *** Harper watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.

**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena. As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.

Some primordial instinct sensed the immense power housed here. I moved swiftly toward the back where the most dangerous texts were kept, lantern held high. The arcane symbols on these tomes seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering light. I selected an innocuous brown book titled Bond of Will and eased it carefully from the shelf. Blowing off the layer of dust, I began rifling through the faded pages eagerly. Diagrams of intricate runes and disturbing illustrations of chained dragons met my eye. I devoured the archaic text hungrily, searching for the secret rituals to bind a dragon's will. Here, at last, were the forbidden truths I had sought!

*This girl… she’s the dog now. The crow caws again, insistent. “Gracias, (Thank you),” I mutter to the shadows. For staying. For watching. The árnica paste cools on the stove. I spread it thick over Dru’s wounds, her skin flinching under my touch. *So young. Younger than Dragon when the world first cut him.* **Memories flicker:** - *Dragon at twelve, stitching his own knife wound because he “didn’t need help.”*

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

~ Eros ~ “Fuck!” I exclaimed, quickly sitting up straight on my bed despite my blurry eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Counting to ten, I huffed and chased the fogginess in my head away. It happened to me again. The dream... Or technically, a memory of my childhood showing how I got lost in one of our pack’s tents. As far as I could remember, I was a young boy back then, but already mature for my age and already exposed to the horrors of the war between the dragons and my race.