The Becoming: The Dragon Heart Legacy Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I check Gale to his room and he was sleeping soundly. Austin's face keeps flashing in my thoughts. He's calling my name and asking me to take him from Eloisa. When I take him with me, I secretly hug him tightly like I won't let go of him anymore. My poor child. I miss him but I can't have him because I am now Greta Stone. To fulfill my revenge and plan for Kent and Eloisa, I had to stay strong and positive. I had to give up everything even my father and my son. I was dead and that's the truth.

"The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart." Prince Marcellus looked up from the book, fixing his gaze on Scarlett. "And... What about this? It's a story, isn't it?" Scarlett said, still failing to understand why this was so important to Prince Marcellus. "This is exactly what happened in the courtyard the other day, albeit on a smaller scale."

Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and being patient with me. It has been decided that the vampires and the dragons will each have a series of their own continuing from their books in this series. I would also like to apologize because as I revised the book, I realized that most of the time instead of writing Areli, I wrote Alina which must have been confusing for some of you.

His broad thumb pressed directly against the center of my chest—right over the dark dragon birthmark resting beneath my skin. The moment his burning skin made contact with the mark, a jolt of silver-hot electricity snapped between us. I gasped softly, my hands instinctively reaching up through the heavy cloak to grasp his thick wrists. Beneath my linen dress, the dragon mark flared with a blinding silver light that glowed right through the fabric. The dull, chronic ache that had plagued my lungs since childhood vanished instantly, replaced by a hypnotic, thrumming warmth that flooded my veins like liquid sunlight.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

I watched Aurien surge into the sky, the muscles in his back working beneath the gleaming golden scales, powering the strong wings that lifted his massive body into the air. “I have to stop dwelling on what I cannot have,” I said, more to myself than to the warlock. “And focus on what I need to do. If this is my fate, then I must stop surrendering to it like the lamb and seize it like the dragon.” The sacrificial lamb with a dragon’s heart must learn to roar to win the war. Did I have a dragon’s heart within me? Not within my own chest, of that, I was sure. Did the Seers refer again to the child I carried within me? By extension, did I not have a dragon’s heart within this sacrificial lamb?

"She will be. If you've forgotten, then her second mate is Daniel Neptune. The witch-king of the dark witches who have access to even the dark books prohibited from the white world witches. He will try and do anything in his power to get his mate and only his mate alone. So either everyone will be getting their own mates, or only Jasmine will be left alive. Last time, 600 years ago, he was weak because he was young, but now he is a king. He won't leave her this time." Ava said, and everyone looked at her with an interesting look. Looks like the game is taking a nice turn. Meanwhile, in the pearly Canines town, Victoria knocked on Daniel's door with a soft smile plastered on her face. She wai

Even if a new battle dragon was born to one of his brothers, it would need time to grow up, to train, before it could assume the duties Rurik had held for more than a thousand years. Rurik glanced at Mikhail and Piper, jealous of their luck. Piper had been a mortal, but she'd almost died trying to save Mikhail's life. But an ancient ruby called the Dragon Heart Stone had allowed Piper to become a dragon. How it worked was a mystery, even to the oldest of living dragons. All they knew was that it had required an act of valor and sacrifice to draw the dragon's spirit out of the stone. As far as he knew, there were no more of these, only stories of those who had been lost searching for them.

For a heartbeat, his hand lingered against hers, and in his eyes she saw both pride and fear. “Serenya,” he whispered, “you carry a dragon’s fire now. But fire consumes as easily as it warms. You must learn to master it—or it will master you.” She nodded, her breath still ragged. “Then stay with me. Help me hold it.” The dragon’s wings unfurled once more, sending waves of heat crashing through the chamber. The Pact is sealed. Shadows rise, but so do the stars. What you do with this flame will decide the fate of every kingdom under the sky.

According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne. I watched as he changed; the golden light surrounded him, lighting up the whole gym. When it died down, standing in his place was a dragon. He faced the voidhollow that was already recovered from the attack. The voidhollow ignored him and tried to come after me. But Auren was quick; his large wings covered me, preventing the voidhollow from coming closer. He opened his mouth and lit the monster on fire. The voidhollow shrieked loudly just as the other one had done when that fire came out of my body that same afternoon. Auren didn’t stop until there was no sound. I guess they have to be burnt to a crisp.