To Shape A Dragon's Breath Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

His perspective of her needed some adjustment. The barest twitch of Breeth’s finger told her he was about to make a move. Breeth bolted forward, aiming to grab the side of her neck but Neeri whipped out of the way, leaping at the arm he’d extended behind himself for balance. The dragon raised the arm, baiting her to leap in order to lock it between her teeth but that wasn’t the goal. She barrelled into his back – not a pounce but a body slam.

Every ounce of my strength, every breath, every heartbeat of the pup inside me guided me forward. With a final, fierce surge, I tore. The dragon’s chest erupted in a scream of fire and wind as my silver claws ripped through the scales and flesh, gripping the heart. It thrashed, wings flailing, fire spitting from its mouth, but I held on. My legs wrapped around its massive body, claws steady, silver energy anchoring me like a chain of light.

His arms crossed tight, his expression unreadable, though the tension in his voice betrayed something simmering beneath. Damien exhaled, rolling his shoulders back. A faint glow of fire licked across his skin before his body surged, bones cracking, muscles reshaping. In a blinding shimmer of heat and flame, his human form gave way to scales of obsidian and crimson. His wings unfurled with a thunderclap, shaking the ground. The dragon loomed before them, magnificent and terrifying. The ground trembled beneath his claws. His voice, layered with magic, rumbled from his throat: Climb on.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

I imagine Aurelion. Not his face first. His steadiness. The way he stands before chaos without flinching. The way he tests before he acts. The way his dragon rumbled when I laughed. The bond responds instantly. Warmth floods my chest. The seam before me shimmers. Not violently. Not tearing. It glows — a soft, luminous distortion in the air. I add another layer of tone, aligning my breath with the rhythm of my pulse. The air grows brighter. And then—

Dom didn't need to be asked twice. His breathing quickened as his heartbeat picked up the pace. His breaths became hotter and hotter as his eyes changed to his dragon steel greys shining like some magical orbs until visible smoke started coming out of his nostrils with every breath. He was giving way for his dragon to surface enough to perform the scorch. He littered the spot under her ear with wet kisses as she anticipated the burn. And then the burn came.

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

His fingertips brushed against her chilled skin, In an instant, a tempest of transformation swept through the room. Erick's essence seemed to shift, his very breath turning into an incendiary force. It was as though the ferocity of a dragon's exhale had taken residence within him—hot, searing, and utterly untamed. Each exhale brushed over her like a scorching wind, igniting her senses in a way that transcended mere touch.