Romans & histoires Dramione Book

He turned his head to look back at both Selene and Drath. “My reasons are none of your concerns, my daughter will not die, nor will she mate a surface dweller. None of that matters now, I am one step closer to finding what I have been looking for.” The Ocean God said turning to look at both, the Moon Goddess, and the Dragon King. He pulled out a very old book. It was super thin and look like it would fall apart if it was handled roughly. The Moon Goddess recognized it immediately and stepped back. “What, how didn’t you find it? How did you even get close to it?” The Moon Goddess stuttered looking at the book.

She gave Zeda an amused but concerned look. “Yeah, I guess.” The truth was, she hadn’t. “How’s your hand now, Drav?” Draven flexed his arm muscle. “Good as new.” Just then, the werewolf girl came back with a thick, brown book with the title written in gold. “This is the book you’re looking for,” she said, handing Zeda the book. Her hands were still shaking. “Yeah, thanks,” Zeda smiled. The girl hurried away. “You’re reading about werewolves?” Rose looked surprised.

I'm not happy anymore. Tonight, they filled my mind with questions. I don't know if all of them had secrets or not. The party became a question and answer portion. " Honey, maybe it's time to tell Adoneram everything!" Diana said while her eyes were staring at everyone. --------- Drake, Dave, Alexer, Alexis, Martha, Aries, and Thamer stared at each other. They took a deep sigh. They wanted to keep Adoneram from the darkness especially to his grandfather Tore, the King of the Underworld, brother of Hades.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

I would love to offer something to the creator that will allow all dragons a destined mate, but I do not have any ideas yet. The last few pages of the book are empty, except one. It’s a sketch of a beautiful woman lying on the bed. Her body shape is gorgeous. It reminds me of Tru’s. I place the book down and wonder what’s happening. The book is in my writing, and the entries sound like they are me, but it isn’t possible. I never came here after the stone disappeared. I was too busy searching. The dates are of a time I was stone.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.