Dragonhunter Viola Romane & Geschichten

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.

Gretna said, and stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door very loudly. Viola stared at the door before bursting into laughter, slowly turning into a menacing one. She took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm only letting her off because she's the only useful one in this clan, else..." Her eyes turned darker as she lumbered to her ward rope and brought out a vibrator. She took out her phone and clicked on Aurelio's picture she secretly took and placed her phone on the bedstand. Widening her legs, she thrust the vibrator deep into her c*it as she threw her head backward, moaning out Aurelio's name. Her other hand went to her boobs and she began squeezing it while diving the vibrato

Javier glowered. “This is for my people and Jade!” The dragon rose high, bringing his claws against the neck of the hunter. With one quick snap, Javier managed to cut separate the head off his body. ***

Too many for a solo hunter, but the girl chained to the altar in the middle wasn’t going to wait for backup that didn’t exist. She was maybe fourteen, eyes wide, duct tape over her mouth, blood running from ritual cuts on her arms into a silver bowl. The bowl was already black. Shit. The lead vampire (tall, pretty, dead) raised the bowl like a toast. “To the thinning Veil,” he crooned. “To the dragon who will never wake.” Dragon? That word wasn’t in the journal. I stepped into the light, shotgun up. “Wrong fairy tale, asshole.”

He wasn't fighting back, neither was he resisting and it infuriated me all the more. I slammed into him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and flung him across the room. I barely registered the shocked faces around. This was between my bastard of a mate and I, and I pretty much didn't give a damn about how much strength I was showcasing. He crashed into a table, breaking it into several pieces. I sifted again, aiming to strike again but something... Someone held my arm. "Danae." Nyxaria called with her voice in deep layers. My dragon stirred and I felt myself starting to slip... Much like... When Adrienne had... My vision sharpened with razor focus and bloodlust.

“I would love nothing more than to stay here with you, but it’s not safe. One of those mutts got away, and I don’t know if he may come back with some backup to try to kill me. With you here, I’m not taking any risks.” Elizabeth felt that this was not all he had to say, and when he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her in his lap, her suspicions were confirmed. Henry looked her straight in the eyes and continued with his voice more serious than ever. “The thing is, and that’s probably what those mutts knew too, is that a dragon is most vulnerable when he finds his mate and while his mate isn’t marked. It’s the time when it’s easiest to kill him. They could probably smell it that there is

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

Her wings beat again with an enormous leathery flap, sending another hurricane-like gale to knock aside loose stones and flatten grass and force Anzi to back up even more if she didn’t want to end up with her nose planted in the ground. Oh, gods. The dragon—she was flying. Not only that, but she could see Oza and Letti on the base of her neck, looking as tiny as ants as they clung to the saddle. The Prince was there too, clinging to the great dragon’s side with what must be hooks at the joints of his wings, like a bat’s. And again and again, the great dragon slowly beat her wings as she descended upon them. Anzi glanced back with bleary, wind-blinded eyes to see Doufan now bowled away along

Votigern did not have the time to think or ponder on what he had just seen, just before the hollow closed, he dropped the wood and jumped in. He found himself in the most beautiful place ever, no adjectives could thoroughly describe the beauty of Islandia. He stood there unnoticed by anyone as good-looking men, beautiful women and children went on about with their activities. He looked above his head and saw a host of dragons soaring in the sky, it was a wide array of beautiful colours, ranging from white to black, to gold, to grey and even green. And then someone screamed, “A human!, A human breached our security” Then he was captured and dragged along, his eyes were still fixated on his su