The Dance Of Dragons Novels & Stories

is this?" Alexandra, the unaware one, asked."This is it," Althea said to Katrina as she gulped in anxiety."We have reached," Katrina informed.Out of three of them, she was the one who was not afraid of anything or anyone."What was the noise?" Xandra asked and Althea answered, "It was him...""Him who?" asked Xandra."You'll see," said Katrina.Although they were freezing, they didn't stop.Walking each step the cold became lesser than before.They were on the last stage of the real-life game.The ice tower they got on to, was so beautiful.All of their eyes dilated with amazement.The glass walls showing the water streaming behind them.The floor they were walking in was of glass too.The tiny and la

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

My Dragon, Talia spanned her wings full length and breathed out fire in various designs while the rest of the Dragons joined in with blasting music making the crowd go raving mad. With sharp turns and crazy body rolls, the Dragons and I kept our dancing fires alive and from the ground, I am sure it seemed as if thousands of stars were dancing at insane speeds in various patterns. Soon the fires started to change colours which depicted our energy levels and it seemed like we all were swaying in a joyful bliss marked by a sea of unfathomable energy ! The crowd seemed to be going crazier by the second and finally their rip roaring screams synchronized to cheering chants which seemed to make the

She wanted to watch me be a joke. They didn’t know. While they were practicing their pretty steps, I was in the deepest part of the library. I wasn’t reading about wolf dances. I was studying the old scrolls. The dragon dances. Ceremonies from when the great beasts ruled the skies. They were not just dances. They were stories of power. Of flight and fire. Moves of grace, yes, but also of raw, untamed strength. I practiced alone, in the dead of night, in a hidden courtyard. My body learned the shapes. My soul remembered the fire.

says Terran. “That would be great, I’d love to learn something new about my heritage.” “We would also like to start creating new traditions in our human form,” says Katla. “I think that is a wonderful idea” I follow Katla and Terran to an open field. They shift and begin flying high in the sky. They start circle each other like they are dancing. Soon the rest of the elders join them and they are using their elemental powers to create what looks like fireworks as the powers clash together. It’s actually very beautiful and I can’t wait to learn this dragon dance they are doing.

​The air inside the grand banquet hall was thick with smoke, heavy and suffocating, yet my lungs drank it in like cool mountain springwater. Every step I took forward was measured, slow, and deliberate. The chaotic scramble of the fleeing nobility echoed against the soaring vaulted ceilings, but their panic felt distant, muffled by the steady, powerful thrum of the dragon vitality surging through my veins.

Dragons are massive creatures. I wasn’t paying attention to Mona’s directions, I just followed her. We walk out into what looks like a beautiful garden turned into a nightclub. The music is blaring out over the mountain top and this place is already filled with hot guys. Most of them are dragons obviously. I see one girl grab the arm of a male who is standing near her and pull him closer. She gives me a warning look and I just smirk at her. Always so jealous. I laugh to myself. Her stares don’t intimidate me. Dragons may be strong but so am I. I don’t want her man anyway; I just want to dance. I walk through the crowd. Mona pulls me over to a bar. Oh yeah, this prince knows how to throw a pa

He is one of the fighters the pack has. Duncan reaches the dragons, which seem shocked by his boldness. Probably thinking that a wolf is no threat to them, they don’t hurry to kill—their mistake. Duncan jumps on the dragon’s muzzle, his long claws digging into one of the dragon’s eyes, his roars of pain lifting high in the air. Same for his fire, as he tries to roast Duncan alive, but without his vision, the dragon is unable to tell if the attack foes or friends, his flames burning the scales of the dragons near him, which leads to confusion and chaos—dragons can’t mind link like werewolves. After Cadell blinds another lizard, a fight born out of fear ignited between the dragons, just as I e

Creed’s lips tickled the shell of my ear. “And I love you too, Prince Charming.” The fledglings by the fire beckoned us to follow their silly dances. Amora, Nicholas, Daine and Tangle continued to wave brightly colored feathers and sheer cloths around. The children of Fae and dragons squealed frantically trying to catch the swirling colors. Glancing at my mate beside me, I stood up, holding out my hand. “Let’s go dance,” my head ticked to the fire blazing before us. Creed’s playful growl erupted from his chest while slinging me over his shoulder. Creed held me close around the magical fire that kept all of our hopes burning brightly, that a new beginning was coming.