The Dragon's Prophecy Audiobook Novels & Stories

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

he asks, now removing his hands from my thighs and placing them on the table instead as he leans over me. I frown. “I think I was around eight when I heard that a Dragon King had risen in the east. A species that we were certain had died out long ago.” “We never died out, but we were weakened after a war with one another and had gone into hiding to regain power for a few centuries.” My eyes widen. “And how old are you?” “I am three hundred years older than you, Wolf Princess.” My eyes widen as I stare at him. “I see…”

Much later, after the bottle was half empty and the moon had climbed higher, Maeraxa finally rose. “There is something you need to see.” Ekreth immediately disliked those words. “You only say that when catastrophe is involved.” “It usually is.” “Wonderful.” She ignored him. Moving toward the far end of the balcony, she pressed her palm against the stone wall. Ancient runes flared to life with silver and gold. Dragon fire. The mountain itself seemed to awaken. A hidden chamber slowly revealed itself beyond the stone. Ekreth’s smile vanished immediately. He knew this place. It was the Vault of Prophecies. Only the oldest dragons were permitted inside. Maeraxa entered first. He followed without

' I asked going straight to the point . ' Yes I can . I have a potion that can put you sleep and help you regain your strength faster . But you will be in a deep sleep for about three days . ' he replied . ' I'll take it . Thank you . ' ' I have news from the other place . ' This got my full attention . ' What news ? ' ' Another part of the prophecy has been revealed . ' ' Who ever said there were parts ? Why is this happening now ? ' ' Nephele sent a letter talking about the prophecy . It mainly affects them . '

The entries were fragmented, some torn or water-damaged, but the recurring phrases jumped off the page. Heartspire sleeps beneath stone. Blood will wake it. The dragon returns in fire and fury, not as a destroyer, but as a reckoning. Another line. When the storm collides with the flame, only the true bond will remain. I sat there frozen. Heartspire. That was the same word Nora mentioned copying down from the old university map. A hidden chamber or passage under Aurelian House. And now this? A prophecy about a returning dragon? It sounded like some long-lost student went off the deep end on too much potion wine. But it also... didn’t.

He doesn't want to see him shift into a dragon and burn him to his death. "Hmm, tell me what you know about the prophecy," Drake asked Dhari. Dhari looked at Drake Skeptically. 'He is a part of the Prophecy, and he didn't know the Prophecy?' he thought. But Dhari is not in a position to question Drake. So he decided to tell exactly what he knows about the prophecy.

He looked like he was about to cry. "Awe, babe. You can get another one." Anna rubbed his arm. "I'm just glad your safe." He planted a kiss on her head. I rub my head. "Ok. What was she doing in Deruse?" Alexi opened the passenger seat door and pulled out a book. "I believe she wanted to acquire this." "What is that?" I look at the old book in her hands. "The Prophecy. The Book of the Dragons. Come inside." She walks us all into the conference room.

King David recited pretty much what everybody else said, more or less details. I felt Stella relax for a bit, thinking there were no surprises in this prophecy, but when King David continued. “Our prophecy said that our new king will be born from such a woman and that, finally, a dragon will fairly rule above all species.” Stella tensed, and I growled. Is he being serious about having a dragon kid with my fucking mate?

I shouted at him. He glanced down at me like he hadn’t realised I was still here. “It is the prophecy.” Well, we were in a world of magic and dragons, there was always going to be a prophecy, I guess. I never really understood why, though. If it’s all been foreseen, what’s the point? They always seem to come true. “What is the prophecy, exactly?” “First, the Worm King will rid the land of the jabberwocky menace. Then the Dragonrider will own the sky. Last, the Bride will appear.”

Her heart jolted, not only from fear but from the way his gaze locked onto hers—unyielding, as if she were the only anchor he had left in this unraveling world. “I was born for this,” she whispered, voice trembling but steady. “The dragons answer to him because he wears the firebrand crown. But the prophecy doesn’t belong to him, Kaelen. It belongs to us.” Before he could reply, another roar shook the heavens. A dragon dove, its scales molten, its wings blotting out the sun. Serenya threw herself aside as its talons scraped stone, pulling half the wall with it. Kaelen rolled beside her, shielding her with his body as debris rained down.