The Heart Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

Dragons have weaknesses too depends on their classes. "Where is the Heart of Magic?" Magenta called her butler Kazam. She's now sitting on her throne with eight months fetus on her swollen belly. She's mean, stone-hearted, and hostile among her people. All of them kneeled before her whenever their Queen walked beside them. She became cruel when her husband got killed by getting the magic heart of Astra. Astra blows up his body with fire coming from her mouth and that made Magenta seek revenge to avenge her husband's death. She plans a brilliant scheme to get inside the Dragon's lair and gain their trust by giving them treasures of their Kingdom but it's only a part of her wicked plan.

¨"He rumbled, his eyes oddly tender where moments before they were glazed with lust. He placed her small hand on the left side of his chest where his heart beat steadily, and her other hand was pressed into her own chest, over her heart. ¨Can you feel it?¨ He asked softly, his eyes gazing intently at her, and as she concentrated, April could feel both heartbeats, simultaneously beating as one. ¨I am yours April, I have traveled from a very distant land to find the one person whose heart beats with mine, for me as I do for her, and now that I´ve found you I will be yours until my last breath, that is the dragonś way.¨

"A dragon's heart?" "Yes, but not an actual heart. The Dragon Heart Stone. A fist-sized ruby that was imbued with magic." He curled his fingers into a fist, remembering how it had felt to hold the ruby and feel the power surging through it into Piper. "I held her as she breathed her last, and then the stone exploded with power and turned to dust. There must have been a dragon's soul sleeping in there, one that bound itself to Piper. I can't think of any other explanation, but I've never heard of such a thing before, have you?"

She didn't turn when I entered. "Come here," she said. I crossed the room and stopped beside her, looking down into the pit. The glowing substance moved slowly, churning like lava but without the heat I would have expected. Standing this close, I should have been burning. Instead, I felt nothing but a faint warmth on my skin. "Do you know what this is?" the Primarch asked. "No." "This is the heart of our mountain. The source of Drakari's power." She turned to look at me, her gold eyes reflecting the glow. "Every dragon who lives in these courts draws their fire from this pit. It connects us, sustains us, makes us what we are."

Chapter Thirty-Three I spun around the room, closing my eyes. Allowing my dragon to rise to the surface, he let out a snarl and my lips pulled back into a snarl before I darted forward. She was still here. With my beast’s sharpened senses, I could smell her scent. Hear her heartbeat, a steady rhythm that drew me closer.

Seraphina seems confused. “I saw you . . . back in the past. I know that there is something you know.” “You’re making me confused, Kaina.” “Mother,” Hana walks closer to her. “If there’s something I need to know right now, I’m begging you to tell me. I know that you’re guarding something here. You are the mistress of fire, and it is your duty to guard the sleeping dragon here. I don’t know where this dragon exactly is now here in the village, but I know you know where it is.”

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.

Another memory unfolded, softer yet no less intense: them soaring through starlit skies, her laughter wild and free as he caught her mid-flight, their bodies pressing together in heated embrace high above ancient mountains, promising eternal rule and unbreakable bond. The images poured over me relentlessly, each one twisting deeper into my heart. I watched them share victories in battle, her standing proudly beside him as they claimed territories together, their connection forged in fire and blood long before I had ever existed. My own body felt painfully inadequate in comparison, all plush curves and human vulnerability, my heavy breasts leaking milk from the stress, my round belly soft and

' he thought with suspicion. 'Can she be my mate?' hope bloomed in his heart. Looking back, everything makes sense now. His restlessness when she is in trouble. His body's reaction to her touch. His constant itch to stay with her. 'Please let her be my mate' his dragon muttered inside his head. 'Drake, find out when and why she came to the Hamilton mansion' his dragon reminded him. His dragon, Drakos, is a part of him and is very excited to find our mate.