House Of The Dragon Ebook Novels & Stories

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

I’m sure it will take time to adjust, but I know Tru will adapt. We sit next to each other on the couch, and Tru asks, “What would you like to do tonight? You said the books aren’t completely accurate. Could the inaccuracies be clues or misinformation? Maybe an error in translation?” I shake my head, “I don’t know. I think a vampire wrote the books.” Tru gives me a curious look, so I continue, “The inaccuracies are things only the main royal dragons would know. It could be a companion to one of the dragons that didn’t join the gathering.”

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Mother would not take kindly to my gifting it away. A night gown already hung for me behind my dressing screen, a beautiful golden satin with lacey trim. Matching slippers lay just to the right of my wall to ceiling book collection. Mother must have sent the servants when we had arrived in the dining hall. Slipping behind the screen, I shrugged into the nightgown. Curling up with a good book sounded perfect right now, along with a nice hot cup of tea. Reading our species' history and creation might have stirred more questions than giving me any answers, but you could learn so much from the past. How humans were brought about in the world. Their role to play in our system. But the most intere

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received. "The stories in the book, though written for child's entertainment, still told of the surety about the abominable strength that Vetrik dragon possessed. Are you saying our king's daughter will slaughter a dragon of that caliber? " Hakyi asked in follow-up after the room's silence stretched more than they liked. They wanted to know more and Leera wasn't saying any more words and just stared blankly with her eyes in the thinnest slit possible. Like a cat in the hunt or a snake in a fight with its predator.