Star Dragon Romane & Geschichten

Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved her life and the lives of so many others. Rori wiggled out from the grip of the enormous dragon and as she lunged in front of Murdok’s mighty snout, the dragon opened his enormous mouth and released a title wave of fire and smoldering heat. Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry.

, she raised a brow. “No that’s an ass but forget it”, Dragomir replied. He made even more shapes which she kept on trying to identify, “Is that a book? A bird!” He paused, “Okay for my big finish and the most beautiful of all my works, permit me to show you this…” He moved his hand until a large amount of water was suspended in the air and he gradually turned it into… “A horse, that’s a horse!”, She squealed. “This is not any kind of horse, this is a stallion, one we both love. This is Fury…”, he said.

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.

Shantal holds out her hands, the coils running electricity to her hands and shoots lightning out of her fingertips at the dragon, stunning it in place. Steve sees his opportunity and grapple up the dragons snout, staring it in the eyes. His blue robotic body slowly turning black, a white aura surrounding him. He spits out a sword from his back, looking the same color as him, and runs up the head, scraping the robotic snout up the head until he reaches the eyes. He jumps up and points his sword down, piercing the mechanical skull, laying the dragon flat on the hanger floor.

A mighty roar rang out, shaking the earth with its volume. Countless people who were on the ground looked up to the sky, completely dumbfounded. “Oh my god, it’s a dragon!” “It’s a golden five-clawed dragon! There really are dragons in this world!” “Look, look! There seem to be some people on the dragon? It looks like Zendaya! Who’s that man? Is it her husband?” “Zendaya is amazing. She really has found the ideal son-in-law who rides in with a dragon!” The people from the Stoermer family were also extremely shocked.

The dress is beautiful. Black silk with red and orange crystals at the bottom, made to look like flames crawling up the dress. It’s paired with a tiara of black iron. My hair is in an elaborate braid down my back and laced with small red stones. I smile at my reflection. The girl in the mirror is one I remember to be a fierce dragon warrior, one who would do anything to protect her family, but would do exactly as she was told. The perfect daughter.

She called it the colour of bonding but now I’m not so sure, if she’s bonded to me, then what the hell is she doing to my mate? “She’s not an Omega.” Starling’s voice has taken on a mystic tone that she gets when deeply in tune with the magic she carries around her. “A Luna for sure but definitely not an Omega; I just can’t put my finger on what it is; she’s blocking my fire.” Starling looks back down at Faythe and lays her hands in the centre of her chest before muttering words I have no hope of understanding. Once she’s done, she reaches over and pulls the tube from my arm and then Fyathe's. I try to snatch it back, but Starling makes the bloody tube disappear with the flick of her wrist.

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.