How To Survive As A Terminally-ill Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

Loras' body contracts and he lets out a groan as the salty taste fills her mouth. She smiles and gets next to him, wrapping her arms around his now relaxed body. "Woman... If I knew what that mouth could do I would have lost our little bet since before we made it." He sighs and pulls her closer in a tight cuddle. "Now will give me the answers?" She asks. "Ah yes... That's the other thing that mouth can do." "Annoy you?" "Greatly. But It's worth it." He sighs dramatically and Astrid laughs. "The dragon's fire kills everything it touches. The only exception are members of the royal bloodline. Dragon tamers."

she yelled, storming out of his office, her long hair bouncing down her back in a thick braid. He didn’t bother going after her. There wasn’t anything he could say to change things. This was their destiny. His dragon already showed signs of weakening. It was only a matter of time before he decided never to wake up again, leaving Vikter so empty, he’d die soon after. * * *

And yet, my people were dying because of them. I thought of the high nursery caves in Drakoria. For three hundred years, the nests had been turning cold. Every season, fewer eggs cracked. The ones that did open brought forth hatchlings with twisted wings and dead eyes. Our own fire was eating us alive from the inside out. Without the blood of the First Vessel to anchor our ancient power, the dragon race would be dust before another century passed. Three centuries of war, nine conquered kingdoms, and our survival came down to whatever weak creature was hiding beneath those cracked roof tiles.

The area was inflamed, with chunks of scales lifting away from his body. “I’m sorry Miss Bell. This is what I was afraid of. His body is beginning to break down.” Dr Squire stood back up, taking the gloves from her hands as if she was done. I looked at her as if she was mad. “Well, what can we do then? There must be something we can do?” Her eyes finally met mine. “Now this is happening, the chance of him surviving is extremely low. Dragons rarely recover once their skin begins to shed.” I shook my head furiously. “No. I won’t accept it.”

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat. “When we find our mate, we will stop at nothing to have her,” he had said,’You won’t have a choice,” Adam had told her,”Even though you are human, you will soon feel it too, and there will come a time when you will resist no more. Drago will claim you, Madchen, but not until you are ready.” Well she wasn’t sure she was ready, but Drago’s soft, delicious kisses, and his warm, no hot hands caressing her body...A heat was building inside her, one she had never experienced before.

, exterminating us and bounding the rest of us to her creations she deemed strong enough to match us and control us. Putting a leash on creatures of freedom. The ultimate punishment." The spite in her tone made me wince. I had my opinions on the matter but I kept them to myself. "In binding us to these bodies, she decided that it was not enough. We needed something stronger to balance all that power and strength, lest we destroy ourselves and the bodies in our violence. She created bonds that linked souls to each other. Giving us partners of equal strength. Partners that could handle us and we could handle in return. Of course, that was where the wench got the idea of mates.

"Take it. You have to do this. It's the only way you can stop the bleeding." She took hold of the poker with a cloth to shield her hand from its searing heat. Alena’s eyes widened with a mixture of fear and understanding as she positioned herself for the unconventional procedure. The rod hissed as it connected with Caleb's damp flesh. The acrid scent of burning tissue quickly filled the air and she clenched her teeth at the thought of the pain this was causing her brother. As the poker did its job, Alena fought back tears, focusing on the urgent task at hand. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she carefully controlled the searing metal. After what felt like an eternity, she withdrew th

The man chuckled lightly, "Of course, we're not worried about dragons, they never leave their territory, and when they do, it's normally to visit Grancia or Welas. So why would a dragon come here? But I'm sure if a dragon did come here and start causing trouble, all our guild members combined could take it down, so there's no reason to worry." I could see Terry's expression slowly being overwritten by rage at what the human said, so I rushed over and made it look like I was hugging Terry when in reality, I was wrapping my arms around him and holding him back, "Yes, I'm sure the guild could handle a dragon on their own, but I agree with Terry that it'd be best not to aggravate one. Now, Terry

He hissed, walking closer until he was inches from my face. “Think about her biology, you stubborn b*st*rd. She is a mortal. She is a fragile human girl. The backwash of a royal dragon rejecting a fated bond will shatter her mind and stop her heart within seconds. She will die first, right here in your castle.” I looked away towards the storm again.