Novel & Cerita Reading Dragon

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Veronica didn’t understand the strange girl. Roger raised a hand and both girls gave him their immediate attention. “He will carry.” Roger went over to pet the side of the dragon and scratch right below it’s wing. “You gotta tell me where you got a dragon and rider.” Gale whispered to Veronica, as she openly admired the scrappy young man. Veronica gasped. “They are my friends and that is not something you can ‘get’.” She smiled, her eyes lit wickedly. Leaning in, she told her. “But I found them in my own home.”

Elton. With Brendan, it hadn’t been fire, but- heat. Darla tilts her head. Her eyes catlike and rounded with golden spheres feel as though they might burrow themselves under Alcina’s skin, and straight through to her very soul if she gazed for long enough. “You know,” Darla says conversationally. She steps closer to Alcina. “Some of the legends on dragons...they say, that dragons are fire.” Alcina blinks.

Elena A hard hand clamped over my mouth, pulling me abruptly from behind Dracul, I struggled hard against my captors, but the strong hands clasped harder pulling me farther and farther away from Dracul until we were tucked out of sight. I struggled harder and a groan came from behind me. "I see why he likes you." Ryder's chilling voice stopped me cold. "Maybe I'll tap that little ass after we kill that weakling of a king, to show you how a real dragon works."

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

"Either that frog is still alive or I'm growing an alien in there." She looked up at the dragon, her eyes searching its ancient face for answers. "What's happening to me?" she asked, her voice small and scared. "Please, I need to understand." ‘Help me. Please help me understand.’ The dragon's response was a deafening roar that shook Cathy to her very core. She clapped her hands over her ears, wincing as the sound reverberated through her body. When she dared to look up, the creature loomed over her, its massive form blocking out the sky. Its expression was a peculiar mix of concern and exasperation, as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child. ‘Angry. It's angry with me.’

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.