Novelas y relatos de Memoirs Of A Dragon

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.

The younger two, the boy and girl, smiled faintly, like this was all part of some private joke. Mirabel, though, stayed rigid. “You’re right,” she admitted. “We knew you were coming. What I don’t understand…” Her gaze bore into Orion. “…is how you know my name.” Orion gave her that infuriating half-smile. “Maybe… we’ve met.” Her brows drew together. “No. I would remember. We don’t forget. Not ever.” She leaned closer, eyes narrowing to slits again. “We’re half-dragons. Memory is carved into us like bone. If you know me, and you’re still alive…”

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

Valoreth tailbone slammed against the ground before he realized he jerked himself away from the soldier's hold. "Don't eat him yet Lily, he is a family" Duncan said to the dragon who glared at him. "The beast has my wife's memories. Trust me, she's a breath away to rain fire upon you" Valoreth shivered on his spot. This was the largest dragon he had ever seen. Arianna's dragon. It glared at him. "Worry not my friend it won't eat you." Valoreth breath out in relief but his heart plummeted when he added...

I never wanted to care about him, damn it, but the heart doesn't always give you a choice. And now to hear from his mouth that he loves me, and that he wants to claim me as his own, to keep me close to his heart and protect me--I don't deserve that affection, not after what I did. It doesn't matter if I didn't have any control. Nor does it matter that I can't remember doing any of it. I know it must be me. Listening to the stories of the villagers who remember, the dragon swooped down from above, shining gold in the moonlight. The nails and horns and the webbing between the partitions of the wings are all as black as ichor. I see this dragon every night in my dreams.

It materialized into figures of people and scenes in a series of flashed memories with emotions in every wave of green. Clara looked up at the dragon, baffled. “What are you showing me?” With eyes never leaving the marvelous flame, Jade responded in a serious tone, “Watch.” And so, she did. Every bit of the flame spread like wildfire until it formed a circular wall around them. The fire grew into a raging inferno in the eyes. The dancing blaze consumed everything in her sight until it was all Clara could see—a brief eternity, a timeless trance. “You see, princess, as a Jade dragon, I have the power to see memories of the land I chanced my wings upon. I know every little thing, the darkest se

I am saddened that I will no longer be able to enjoy such a peaceful scene. Fazing into a dragon form, I begin my journey to the capital city of Mimmgar.

“You know what happened.” “I don’t,” he was beginning to get a terrible feeling. “I don’t remember, Ember. It’s all gone. I have… moments. Only fragments of memory. More comes back every day. But for… centuries… I did not even know that I was a dragon. I did not know that you were my mate or that we had a child together.”

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."