Dreams Of Chaos Dragon City Novels & Stories

Now lulled to sleep in the warmth and safety of Abdullah’s arms, it came for her. Smoke. Screams. Blood. Bombs. In her dreams it was always the same: a chaos of terror, bodies strewn over the floor, shattered glass cutting into her palms. And the worst part of all: the heavy weight of her father on her back, his body shielding hers from the explosion, the last words he ever spoke whispered into her ear along with his last breath. ‘For Muscat.’ ‘Amira. Amira.’ She came to consciousness with Abdullah’s hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently, and tears on her face. She drew a shuddering breath and felt panic clutch at her even though she was awake, for the darkness and the howling wind remi

Lyra could not wait for her son to be head of the Summers family. Glady carried on. “I’ve been having nightmares during this period. It’s the same dream every day. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time.” Lyra was stunned and asked, “What dream did you have, Old Madam?” Gladys paused for two seconds, then stared off into the distance in the direction of the full moon. “Beneath the full moon is the Dragon King Mountain. It is the iconic mountain range of Ormr City. I dreamt of a Buddha statue in front of the Dragon King Mountain. It was ten thousand feet high and had a body of gold. But its face was horrifying.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

"It started the night after the fire. I'm outside my house unable to get in. There's always something preventing me from entering the house. I try so hard, just wishing that I could see my parents one last time. But every time the house explodes." "I've had the same dream every night for years. When I started living with Craig and Gary, the dreams changed. The fire would still be there, but it was no longer the focus of the nightmare. Rather Craig would enter my dreams, and try to kill me, before I could reach my house." "I hope you know it's not your fault for what happened." "What do you mean?" "What happened that night was no one's fault, except the Dragons. They were the ones that planne

She knew one fall from there would put her back in the bed she so desperately got away from. Her eyes scanned the field again as a smile was plastered to her face. She was so intrigued and mesmerized by the area she couldn’t believe something so beautiful was here. The space was large enough to accommodate two dragons to open there wings and fly. They wouldn’t be able to go far but at least they could open there wings. She was happy, the beauty of dragons should not be kept hidden if it can be helped. She will purpose to Asrar that one of these be built in every city and run by a trusted person.

She nodded in understanding. She looked ahead, “There’s a house in view” “Look further” “I see two or more”, she stopped looking, “I can’t tell” “There’s a city ahead of us, a very small city. They have no royal family. They are in hiding… “And why is that?”. “We are going in search of a dragon remember…” Raisel shrieked loudly before she clamped her hand over her mouth, “A real-life dragon?” He stared at her in surprise, “You’re keen on seeing a dragon?”

Vast. "Who are you?" The dragon held my gaze. I have waited centuries for you. My pulse quickened. "That's impossible." The dragon lifted its head. Flames rippled across its scales. Suddenly images exploded behind my eyes. A woman seated upon a golden throne. Thousands kneeling before her. Dragons soaring across a crimson sky. Cities burning. Armies clashing. A crown shining above rivers of fire. The visions came too quickly to understand. Too quickly to grasp. I gasped and nearly lost my balance.

The roar of dragons, the clash of steel, the screams of soldiers—all of it fades beneath the quiet, steady song moving through the connection we share. She has begun. The bridge is beginning to take shape. And the war has truly started. I fold my wings and dive. The wind tears past my scales as the city rushes upward beneath me. Smoke curls from the shattered streets where Malrec’s forces have triggered their hidden bombs. Fire spreads across the rooftops as dragons clash above the ruined towers. This city was once the heart of the fae kingdom, it's streets shimmering and shining with life. Today it is a battlefield, coated in blood and fire, already beginning to reek of death and distructio

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.