Rise Of The Dragons Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Kaelith The moment Aurelion roars, I know we are too late to prevent the fight. The sound rolls across the mountains like thunder breaking against stone, deep enough that I feel it in my ribs even before my dragon answers. By the time my wings clear the towers of Emberhold, the sky to the west is already burning. Dragons. Too many of them. For a heartbeat I almost convince myself that they are ours—patrol flights responding to the alarm. Then the first streak of hostile fire cuts across the sky, and the truth becomes obvious.

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.

Rex, Lacey and Minet all dashed forward towards Telagus, weapons drawn, ready to decide the fate of Hale. Book two, Magnus: Dragon Lord is available now.

Orgasm crashed tsunami, walls clamping vise his length, scream ripped raw as he followed—hot pulse flooding claim visceral, collapsing chest-to-chest thunder-hearts sync. Storm raged unabated outside, but inside bond deepened irrevocable—obsession confessed, submission tasted, philosophies entwined, not clashed. Silk ties loosened post-climax, tender; his fingers tracing the scar above my brow, mirror-soft, obsidian gaze a vulnerable fracture. "Two years waiting. No more games." I twisted free, partial, mahogany palm cupping scarred jaw possessively now, full lips curving half-smirk echo his. "Games just escalated, dragon. You fell first—I decide the rise."

~~~~~~~~~~ Long time ago Flashback Dragonesse Kingdom Queen Astra gathered all the Dragon's attention of different classes, shades, and forms. Black dragons were among them. Even the Queen and King were a little intimidated by them because of their extreme cruelty and vile tempered. They were vicious and ruthless adversaries and their acidic bile dissolved through the heaviest armor with ease. One of them is the ruler of the Dragonese Kingdom who heard about their upper leader and he was King Dhaurgothoth. He has a wife namely Queen Vaasa and their son who hatched from its egg for eleven months and he called him Danym, their little prince.

If I wasn't careful, I would drool. I crept closer until I could see the slow rise and fall of his perfect chest. I carefully lifted my knee to the bed, my hand tentatively going out. Before I touched him, his body came alive and my shriek filled the room. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back staring into the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. "What are you doing here female?" He said with sleep still filling his voice. His full lips spoke in my dragon's voice. I hadn't accepted the notion before because my mind didn't understand the magic, didn't accept the impossible. There was no more denying it.

The sky shone golden, glistening dazzlingly from end to end of the sky. There was the roar of dragons rising from all directions shouting at each other. The sky, the land, the sea, trembled with the roar of the dragons that one by one rose from their long slumber. It was a historical phenomenon of dragon awakening; after hundreds of years, it was declared extinct. The incident was thrilling and made the body goosebumps because of the extraordinary sense of emotion and admiration. A glimmer of hope appeared in the hearts of the people of Magica as the rising sun warmed the hearts of those who were in despair.