Novel & Cerita El Despertar Del Dragon

I pray. The crow’s distant caw echoes through the pines. --- ***Dru’s POV*** I smell a lovely spicy aroma—cinnamon? clove?—and hear a woman humming a tune I don’t recognize. Somewhere outside, wrenches clatter against metal. *Dragon’s bike.* I’d know that sound anywhere.** I cracked an eyelid, half-expecting the stained basement ceiling. Instead, sunlight filtered through turquoise curtains. *Not a dream.* “Ah, despiertas, (Ah, you’re awake),” a voice said softly.

The Gods sealed me and left me in the mortal world to recuperate. Liam was the reincarnation of the Black Dragon whom I watched over in the war. I gave birth to the mixed heritage Chosen One, had been shone upon by the holy light twice due to the descent of auspicious omens, and the last of my injuries had been completely healed. That was the reason why the seal was broken, and my Dragon form was able to return. The power of the Dragon God was so immense that Earth could not sustain it, which was why the Dragon God needed to live in a special dimension.

If only he could make her forget the hurt she felt at the idea of ever sharing him. “A dragon’s mate is a rarity, bordering on myth,” Rhyzar explained, his eyes dark with barely contained hunger as his hands worked methodically. She couldn’t ignore the visible strain in his pants, his arousal a constant reminder of how close they were to the edge. “The dragon recognized her despair and saw her as part of his soul. Though they could never be intimate in the way you’re imagining,” he added with a knowing smirk that made her cheeks flush.

Cain actually staggered back a step, fingers digging into her shoulders to keep himself upright. For him, it came like a thunderclap through the mate bond, a presence slamming into his instincts like collision with another Alpha dragon in midair. Old. Vast. Not Draynor, not Dawlya, exactly something older than either, threaded with a magic that didn’t care about kingdoms or councils. “What the hell was that,” he rasped, voice gone rough. “Say it again.” She didn’t need to. The Circle answered for her. “He wakes. He turns. He comes.” The room warped at the edges of her vision.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

I looked at him in pure surprise, 'I'm a dragon? As they were talking, I started to feel tired. Just being reborn and breaking out of an egg had taken its toll on me, and I fell asleep in Walter's arms. Walter looked at me to see me fast asleep. Seeing me sleeping in his arms made him happy, "Enjoy your rest."

None of them could hold my gaze. "All of you. You all lied to me. You all knew. For how long have you known who I was?" I inquired, thankfully, my voice held strong and steady, not musical, just me. "When a new dragon is born, we... we get alerted. More so... our Ice dragon and.... The leader's mate." Nyxaria whispered, eyes glued to the floor. My heart broke. "Since I was born? You know... everything?" "Everything." Nyxaria affirmed.

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.