Novel & Cerita Jake Long: El Dragón Occidental

-"Drako, do not say nonsense. You heard it with your own ears; she was the one who asked the guards to leave her alone. Why do such a thing if she did not want to escape?" -"Maybe she didn't want them to hear the matter she wanted to discuss with her brother" Drako contradicted. -"You heard what Jake told us. She wanted to learn about the underground exits. Why did she need such information if she didn't want to use it?" Ι answered back. -"You seem to forget that Jake is involved in the plot that Larry the omega told us about. How are you so sure that Jake is telling us the truth? Maybe the whole thing is a well-made scam by Jake" Drako commented.

“I did not see it when they arrived. The dark dragon brought him down, whilst I tended to Harry.” “The dark dragon,” Connery said with rueful amusement. “Now isn’t that an impressive moniker?” “I need to speak with the dragons,” Meguitte placed Jules’ hand palm down on the bed and continued to wash the blood and gore from it. The skin was almost dyed red, and it took some time and care to achieve something that she felt acceptable.

The men hugged again before Jake looked at Olive. “Olive, my goodness!” he exclaimed and hugged her sweetly. He kissed her hair and held her at arm's length too. “Dragon rider. Look at you.” “You'll be shocked. I'm not the only dragon rider now,” Olive revealed and beamed at Wayne. Jake's eyes widened. “You're joking.” “Nope. Two dragons. Both mates. The male one's mine, the female one's his.” Jake looked so pleasantly shocked Olive began to laugh again. He turned around and hugged his Alpha once again.

He appeared the same age as Frank, a touch of silver in his brown wavy hair. He caught her eye and smiled at her gently. "You have nothing to fear from us, Aria, we are merely giving Dean advice he needs to hear. You do appear to be quite an enigmatic figure that our Dragons both recognise from you having such a strange and alluring scent that is not normal for a she-wolf which you clearly are, Omega or not."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will. And still, no dragon emerged. So when he had heard the telltale roars of a living, breathing dragon, that day in the Badlands - Albrecht had known his miasma would provide no defense against one of the greatest, unspeakable powers in existence. “Coward,” Elton spits. His head slams violently against the table in the next moment, hard enough to crack the wood. Crimson Blood spills from the corner of his lip.

Drake said as he gestured for everyone to take a seat at the large Oak table, he was such a dominant force, not his tone, that was actually quite polite and courteous, it was the vibes that came off of him, they breathed Royalty, there wasn’t an ounce of submission in him which made him perfect at getting answers, it didn’t hurt that his accent was European and he had the build of something extremely muscular, he tried to hide it under a very dark, almost charcoal suit but clearly the tailor didn’t get the message and made it fit his form in a way that screamed Masculinity, Stacy took her seat next to Mal who kissed the back of her hand reassuring not only Stacy but her Wolf too, “So, what i

He was frustrated and tired of the journey, “Any news as to where we will be going?” Allerick stared him down, “If you had been patient even a little more, we would have wrapped this conversation and I would have relayed the information to you” “My apologies your highness”, Trent said. Allerick ignored his apology but went on to answer his question, “As it stands now, we will be sailing through the western coast to the Mount Isles” “That is where the war between dragons and humans originally happened before it spread around all other parts of the world”, Trent said.

Silence consumed the clearing. No one moved. No one breathed. Beyond the fracture, enormous shadows drifted through the pale violet light. They were unmistakable now dragons. But wrong. Their shapes were twisted, their wings unnaturally long, their scales glimmering like shards of obsidian. Their eyes burned with the same pale violet glow as the creatures from the forest. The Dragon Kings. Dead dragons that should have remained legends. Elara felt cold. “That’s impossible,” Kael whispered.

Alicia looked into his eyes and nodded, letting him know that she wanted that as well. Cory took a deep breath and told her they needed to go see the royal family. “Come with me, I will dry your clothes,” he told her. Cory transformed into his dragon and blew very gently so warm air came out without fire. It blew her hair and clothing dry within seconds. Alicia dressed, folded up Cory’s clothing and climbed up on the dragon’s back. They quickly soared back to the castle.