The Dance Of Dragons Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Behind them, Ryder was still crouched on the floor, desperately trying to piece together the LEGO bricks that were scattered in shards. It had been his birthday gift for Michael. Building it had torn Ryder’s little hands, leaving cuts and scratches. I had begged him to just buy a ready-made gift, but he was stubborn and wanted to give his dad the best. A month’s worth of effort was now reduced to broken fragments across the floor. "Mommy…" After struggling for a while, Ryder finally collapsed against me, sobbing. "Does Daddy not want us anymore? Is it because I wasn’t good? I only wanted to give him a gift."

I say, grinning as Yhen walks over, kissing me, and saying hello to Kaylani. “Do you want to see me make your flame produce steam?” Kaylani asks her. “Yes!” she says excitedly. “Hold your flame steady,” Kaylani says as she rubs her fingers over the flame, sprinkling water droplets on it. Aine squeals in delight as steam begins rising out of her flames. “What are you ladies up to today?” Yhen asks. “Figuring out housing for twenty-three dragons who are on the verge of shifting,” Kaylani huffs.

‘Copy that,’ Ryan says quickly, shutting our link down. Getting up from my desk I decide to make my way to my room to get ready for tonight, it’s already late in the morning and I haven’t done a single thing to get ready yet. Lily should be in Alex’s room so I don’t think I’ll see her, I’ll just have a quick shower and get dressed in the ceremonial robes and head outside to see what’s going on and when our guests will start arriving. I invited dragons from all over, after all the female dragons were captured and eventually killed off all the kingdoms slowly depleted making me the last dragon king, but there are still old kings out there that will hopefully try to restore their kingdoms now t

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Making a mental note to pick up some books by the author for Andreena. ‘Based on the best-selling book series by Jenson Spellmore Dragon’s Lovers,’ Andreena settled against me and we watched the show for a few minutes before the main dragon came onto the screen. He wasn’t in his human form and I heard my mate suck in a breath. She glanced over at me before looking at the screen and then back at me again. “What is it, sweet Andreena?” I asked, reaching for the remote and turning the volume down so that I could focus on her.

They began to dance. Not delicately, no. This was warrior dance. Arms slicing through the air, backs bending in deep arches, bodies spinning, striking, then pulling together like a pulse moving through them all. Their movements told stories of goddesses rising from flame, of queens banishing armies with chants, of wolves circling prey beneath a blood moon. One woman flipped over another’s back mid-dance and the crowd gasped. Another cracked a whip of enchanted light, forming glowing symbols in the air that shimmered then faded.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Dancing is the one who brought me to this. But after I got shot experiencing a life and death situation, I realize that death was fearful just like not dancing at all. The feeling of being stuck in the dark, shouting for help but no one can heared you, crying but no tears came out from your eyes and worst is regret. Regret that you only realized when you were close to dying is really terrifying.