Romans & histoires Nora Roberts Dragon Heart Series Book 3

~NORA~ I saw the black dragon again, its eyes burning with molten lava, its body covered in scales, its claws extended, and its jaws open wide. The dragon circled me, its massive wings sending gusts of wind that stirred up dust and leaves. Its eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the heat of its breath on my face. Suddenly, the dragon lunged forward, its claws extending more widely. I screamed as the dragon's razor-sharp claws plunged into my chest, piercing my heart, then ripping it out. I could feel the searing pain spreading through my body, and I knew I wasn't going to last.

“My name is Thale Roberts, and I have brought you here for your own protection. I’m sorry we had to drug you…it was a necessary evil.” My brain began to whir. Why did I know that name? Then it clicked. Danny had told me that name, he’d said Thale Roberts was a…my eyes widened in horror. “You’re a dragon!” Thale narrowed his eyes. “Yes, how did you…” “Danny. Danny told me.” My breathing quickened. His face darkened at the mention of Danny’s name. “I’m sure that means that mutt has told you all manner of lies. Sophia, you need trust me…”

"The regeneration rate is slowing, but the potency… it’s still off the charts." Liam, the Crown Prince, was pacing the perimeter of the room like a caged tiger. He swung his war hammer idly, chipping the tiles. "Does she talk yet?" Liam asked, bored. "She begs," the Inquisitor replied. "She pleads for mercy. She calls for her mother. But she does not reveal the location of the Dragon’s Heart." "Maybe she needs motivation," Liam grunted. He walked over to the table. Saoirse’s fingernails scraped against the metal grate. The magic in her blood roared, a tidal wave of heat. The metal beneath her hands began to glow a dull red.

I stated, the image of her floating through my mind. The wind stopped at that second, and the voice spoke clear. “The dragon’s heart is the dragon’s treasure.” I stepped back from the Stag, as my blood run cold, everything coming back to me, shutting my eyelids tightly, staggering back into the middle of the stream. They took my treasure. I breathed out lowly. They took my heart. My heart rammed within me. They took my Kaya. I let out a painful roar into the sky, a hidden flock of birds launching, as I stood breathing breathlessly as I recognized the loneliness and the detachment I had been feeling all this while. They took my Mate.

Maybe I was the most undesirable woman on Earth. “Yes, I will, Anacá,” he said instead, holding out his finger to me. Shocked was an understatement compared to what I felt. Yet I pushed the ring in and it fitted perfectly, as if it was made for him. ------------------------------ This is the third book of the Reckless Hearts Series. The first two: Spark Of Love - Return With His Secret Child A Bittersweet Revenge - Fighting The Reckless Billionaire All books can be read as standalones.

The walk back to Nerezza felt longer than it should have. Every step carried the ghost of her against me, the faint heat of her lips still clinging to mine. Nora Carver. Dragon. Trouble. Mine. The thought pulsed like a drumbeat in my chest, stubborn and relentless.

"That is why I know... you will never abuse this power." ///// The battlefield returned. Maya's hand still rested upon the dragon's chest. Its frightened heartbeat echoed through her own. Now she understood. She wasn't searching for something to destroy. She was searching... For something that didn't belong. Patiently... She followed the dragon's pulse. Through warm veins. Past powerful lungs. Toward its heart. The closer she came... The colder everything became. The warm golden current of life suddenly split. Dark smoke. Black threads. Invisible chains wrapped tightly around the dragon's heart. Not physically. Magically.

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

I clung to the door handle until my knuckles blanched, nails biting into my skin. I barely noticed the pain. Silent tears traced cold paths down my cheeks, falling to the floor below. I finally understood. Ryan had never wanted me. His proposal, his patience, the three years he spent pretending to love me, all of it had been for Olivia. I was not his future. I was only his penance. The voices inside continued. Caleb spoke first, his voice heavy with something that almost sounded like regret.

She cried while going straight into the guard’s open arms. “I told you, Bella, come away with me. Let us leave this place, I have a little cottage somewhere, not in this country. We can live there.” Nero tried to give her comforting words. Greta shook her head but her heart was telling her to accept. Nero had been her friend and through the years, she had developed some affection for him. She was torn between pushing through with her plan or running away. But if she ran away, how can her family and all the young women in this village be safe from the despicable don? Having reached a decision, she detached herself from the guard’s embrace. She lifted her hands to his face and caressed him rev