The Dragon And The Rose Novels & Stories

The man had earned the dragon clan's full trust. One day, in the middle of the night. The man killed the dragon princess and stole the heart of magic which only the dragon royals knew where. He had forced the dragon princess to spill the whereabouts of the heart of magic, and he succeeded. The old mistress stopped, ruffling Lili's hair as she stared at the crown of dawn slowly reclaiming its throne.

Then it dawns on them, crisp and clear, they’ve lost the clasp-Amira’s hair claps made of musgravite stone. ~~~ A full grown red-winged beast flying through the airy womb of sky and gliding through the mountains high and low meets with two other humongous dragons, one that can easily be identified as a rock dragon with the semi-stones covering its entirety while the other one, a desert dragon dominated by Khaki and four sharp horns that curves up to it neck. With the direction they are navigating, one can tell they’re off to the Kingdom of Hauraya. “Can you explain to me what happened?” Douman, the sovereign among the gold dragons, demands answer from his youngest daughter, Alianah, who just

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

The eye narrowed. “NO.” “They refused your choice.” The dragon of golden fire spread its wings. The phoenix answered. Their lights intertwined. The fracture trembled. The First King looked upward. Ancient satisfaction shone in its eyes. “Two souls. One promise. Yet neither surrendered themselves.” The Sleepless One roared. The hand lunged again. The dragon and phoenix moved. They flew upward together. Their lights merged completely. Gold. Silver. Violet. The sky exploded. The hand collided with the light.

I heard the front door of the pack house open, and I swung around to see who was coming in. "Ah, Layla. Looks like the maids haven't taken the trash out yet, huh?" Max snickered to Alex. I saw a small grin come across her face, and it made my heart swell. She looked at me, and once our eyes met, everything went silent. I could see the love and indifference in her eyes. I knew she had feelings for me, i'm her mate. But I also know that with Layla here, it's putting Alexandria into a difficult situation. She got screwed over with her first mate, she doesn't deserve this shit with her second chance mate. I'm just grateful she finally decided to come back to DemonCrest with me.

The dragons would make sure there is protection on our lands against all the other creatures and they would provide apparatuses and resources we need from far and wide, and the only thing we have to do is pick girls of eligible ages for the were-dragons every two years. Never has there been a setback and never has there been anyone who had been bold enough to break the pact. If dared, The dragons could incinerate our entire pack, turning forests to ash and melting mountains to molten rock. It is said that the dragon's flames danced with sublime grace, devouring obstacles and leaving trails of smoldering destruction. Their burning fire is everything and everything to be feared. I felt terrifi

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.