Dramione Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book. ♥WELCOME TO THE BOOK♥ ♥TAMING THE DRAGON♥ ❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."

Astrid complained from the inner shelf. Draco's heart rippled, and his eyes widened with surprise at Astrid's complaint. He quickly turned and hurried over to Astrid. "Can I see?" Draco asked. Astrid thrust an ancient book with a yellowish paper and a dusty smell into Draco's hand. "This book is quite strange. When you first opened it, you only saw the blank paper. Then, there were writings in ancient characters that I didn't understand,” Astrid said. Draco took the book Astrid had handed him. The skin of the book was thick enough as if it was made of special material. Draco stroked the surface of the book and gasped. He realized the uniqueness of the hard and thick book cover.

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

___ Selene’s POV The dim candlelight flickered against the old parchment as Selene traced her fingers over the delicate pages of the book Ronan’s mother had given her. The scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the subtle hint of burning wax. She had spent hours pouring over the text, meticulously taking notes on anything that seemed remotely useful. The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war.

Then, she shut her eyes tightly and said, “Chad, you may find this hard to believe. I’ve checked over and over again, yet in the end, I myself still have difficulty believing that the prediction in the book is true. Nadine has made acquaintances with War Legate Draco. And if I’m not mistaken, Draco is looking for this book. “Chad, this is all your fault for choosing not to destroy the book in the past. Now, the outlanders have it too. If this prediction is true, your daughter won’t live more than a few years.” Carlene heaved a sigh. Then, she sat in the study and continued to rifle through the pages. She splashed water on the pages to reveal its contents. This book was made from a special ma

We are expecting a visitor, Damon announced to Darius and Amara, who was seated at the dining table with him. Darius lifted his gaze, curiosity flickering in his eyes. But Amara kept hers fixed on the plate of salad in front of her. She hadn’t dared look at Damon since he’d shattered her heart with his words the day before. No matter how much she told herself to let him go, like she did five years ago, she still found it difficult. Her name is Celine. She is from the Crimson Pack, daughter of Beta Leo, Damon announced, and Amara swallowed hard.

I searched with the torch light from my cell phone. Psst! Draco clicked his lips and tongues dejected, then suddenly lifted me by my hip and placed me on his neck. It hurt a little. My V area was still sore. But the task at hand was more important. " Got it! " It was an old tattered book. Looked very much like the one that I had opened. It was just like the other book. Blank. Just white pages. I flipped it cover to cover then shoved it in Draco's face.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

The room filled with a blinding light, and I shielded my eyes. When the glow subsided, I blinked, staring at the pages before we held open in Uncle Lucifer’s hands. The pages were filled with symbols, diagrams, and cryptic text. Millie stepped closer, as I stayed close to her. “What does the book say?” she asked looking at the large leather book. Lucifer’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light as he read aloud: “The Cult of Draconis Cor.” Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl.