The Priest Dreaming Of A Dragon Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

The only sound was the wind weaving through the pine trees and the crunch of our boots against loose rock. Finally, I broke the silence. "I know what I'm going to do." Gorm looked at me, waiting. "The vision..." I whispered. "It wasn't just a vision. It felt real. The city... it was alive somehow. Not with people exactly, but with purpose. It felt like it was waiting for someone." I could still see the towering stone gates, the glowing crystals, and the woman with eyes so much like my own. "The First Priestess said the gate would open when my mate remembered."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

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?"

Father studies me for a long moment. “You are king,” he says. “And you are dragon. Both demand sacrifice.” “And if sacrifice is no longer acceptable?” I ask. He does not answer immediately. “Then you become something new,” he says at last. The connection fades. Silence fills the chamber. Kaelith looks at me. “You’re not waiting, are you?” “No.” “Good.” Alone at last, I allow the dragon closer to the surface. My claws score the stone beneath my desk.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

The water shimmered ominously, dark and mysterious, like the depths of something forbidden. “What’s next?” he asked the priest, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. The priest stared at him, his eyes hollow. “Next, you are to close your eyes and chant these words, Alpha.” Damian nodded and closed his eyes, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He could feel the cold water creeping up his skin, enveloping him like a shroud. “With my blood,” the priest began, his voice deep and resonant, filled with ancient power.

I asked as the priest retrieved a glowing white stone from his bag. "Miss, you need to place your hand on the stone, close your eyes, and establish a connection with your Dragon. She will call out His Majesty's Dragon name, and when you see him, convey your acceptance of the mate bond. Once the bond is established, you can share your energies, and that is how we can restore His Majesty's Dragon and him." I followed the priest's instructions and placed my hand on the stone, preparing for the profound connection that was about to take place. "It sucked me into the Dragon's spiritual domain, where I saw Ziya looking at me with a sad expression," I continued, still immersed in the connection. "Z