Leaving her there was harder than I thought it would be. As the distance grew between us, I could not believe that I actually left her… But this need to hold her was terrifying me more than anything has ever terrified me. There is this fire between us, every time we touched. I couldn’t make sense of it. “Draco! Get a hold of yourself. You are being weak.” I scolded myself, “how could she feel anything for you? You just met… How could anyone feel anything for you, and she never will? How could she?” I continued on this stupid rampage. I did not want to listen to myself, but I knew I had to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her damned face. She is probably safely home in a warm bed, not even thinking or wondering about me… Who would? I wouldn’t… “Draco!” a voice growled behind me. “What?” I snapped. “Where have you been?” I turned to see Luke leaning against the old tree. I was not in the mood to be friendly with him, and I hated him, but I had to find out what he was up to.
The only thing I missed about my old life was the unique love my parents gave so willingly. The only thing I feel guilty about is disappointing them. They always warned me about that evil creature, and I chose not to listen, I chose to befriend him. That is the only thing I felt guilty about and the only thing I will feel guilty about. I tried to convince myself. As I settled into my cave, Scales growled at me because I awoke him from his nap. He was the only one who knew the truth about me. He was my guardian angel in dragon form. The last dragon alive, no one knew about him, and no one would.I found his egg at the dragons’ nesting ground, hidden under a bush in a very clever hideout. He communicated with me mentally, and that is how I found him, I don’t know why me but it was probably because I was the only dragon shifter on that island since the war. He was a smart little guy and used our connection to sift through my thoughts and memories, and I allowed him. I was alone
My tireds, tired was tired when I got to my room. I knew I shouldn’t get into bed right away but I was just so tired. I haven't had a proper nights rest and my thoughts were consumed with thoughts of Him. I knew I had more important things to worry about but I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. I didn't want to think about him though because the betrayal I felt was also just to overwhelming. I was about to drift off to sleep, when Dimitria woke me up to tell me that it was time. I tried apologising because I could see the hurt in her eyes but she only pulled me into a hug and whispered; “Why it’s always my children that are targeted by that vile creature, I wished I knew.” A sob escaped and then she continued, “but like I told my son years ago I would never replace you and will always believe in you and fight for you.” She held me at arms length and looked me over with her bloodshot red eyes, she tried to keep the tears at bay but the tears did not stop spill
When I returned to my room a quick glance at the clock made my heart sink. It was only a few hours to dawn and I was exhausted. I grabbed a bag and threw a view clothes in and on the top wrapped in one of my shirts, I put my favourite photo -of Dimitria and Dimitrion with a baby black dragon between them. I didn't have a photo of my parents but I hoped they were as much in love with each other as Dimitria and Dimitrion were in that picture. A knock at my door made me very aware of the tears leaking from my eyes and the snot on my top lip. I wiped my face quickly and zipped my bag closed before answering the knock. Dimitria entered gracefully her face mirroring my own, red cheeks and tears running uncontrollably, minus the snot. She sat on my bed without a word and patted next to her, indicating for me to come sit down for a moment. We sat in silence for a few minutes. “Tell me…” she paused and sighed, “tell me, what happened after you… you know… where were you?” I didn’t want
Every dragon longed to get their tint of blue in their flame. Only the strongest, purest Dragon Shifters get theirs and only a very few was blessed with that gift. It was a magnificent gift but also a huge responsibility. It meant you had to control your anger because now that, wish could have become a reality. I could have burned Vigo, to a crisp. Dimitria came out with a robe and draped it around me as I turned back into my normal form. I tied it and went back into the house to get dressed… again. I sat down on my bed for a while and Dimitria came hurrying in. “Are you okay?” She asked before she threw open my cupboard. “I ripped my favourite jeans.” I said She turned and smiled. “Put this on.” She said still smiling. It was a pair of skinny jeans, a pink and black tank top with a pair of pumps. “But…” “You will fit in on the other side.” “Really?” I knew I sounded disgusted. “Come on, you have to finish up and go! Vigo is on his way to tell his mother”
As my feet crossed the border into the human world, the silence erupted as birds and small animals screeched and scattered away from the disturbance. I looked around. There were only trees to the front, left and right, and now behind me. I slowly stepped forward, concentrating to put one foot in front of the other. Suddenly, I felt nauseous not because of my circumstance, but I literally felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the closest bush to empty my stomach. Just when I thought it was over, another wave of nausea hit me. After the third wave, and I was sure it was the last I sat down against a tree, I felt absolutely horrid. “Are you okay?” A girl appeared in front of me. “Fine.” I spat as I rummaged through my bag for my water. “It doesn’t look like it.” “Then why ask.” “She is only being friendly and concerned.” A male appeared from the same direction. I raised my brow and asked him what the hell he wanted. “Are you the new arrival?” “If you mean, did I just
It was almost lunch when Scales and I took off to the nesting grounds. We were in luck. It was a very cloudy day, and we could fly unnoticed above the clouds al the way to the nesting grounds. If we were discovered, it would be very bad for both of us. The nesting grounds is a huge island where dragons would come to nest. It was a safe place for mother and young to grow strong before returning home. No one knew where the dragons made their home, but since no one had ever seen a dragon after the war and the nesting grounds remained vacant, everyone assumed they were all gone. All except for Scales. As always, the nesting grounds were vacant except for a few creatures seeking the tranquility the nesting grounds provided. At our descend, they scattered and made noices of irritation. We made our nest close to Endresomera, at the most northern part of the nesting gounds. Everything was calm, relaxed, and silent, but that didn’t last at all. A little pixy came flying towards us,
I was awakened by a clattering noise coming from the bathroom. Jeromia appeared in the doorway. He apologized for waking me and made his way back. He slowly got under the cover again and turned towards me. He slowly traced my arm up and down. I quiverred slightly, not because it was nice like he thought. I quiverred in disgussed. I hate a lesser being touching me. Now I had enough! I moved close to him, and like I knew he would , he rapped his arms around my middel and pulled me closer. He kissed me, and instantly, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He pulled back , his breathing speeding up as lust filled his every being. He closed in for another kiss, pulling me on top of him , kissing my neck, and any place his lips could touch. I could feel his excitement, I could feel him, hard and very unimpressive underneath me. I sat upright and caressed his naked stomach slowly. I played a bit with the hem on his pants. That excited him even more. I scratched him upwa
In the few days passing since Scales and I relocated to the nesting grounds, I have not seen the Scarlet Red Dragon above Endresomera. And at last, I made peace with myself, with the help and constant berating of Scales, that the reason I relocated here was to at least see her. Even from a distance would be enough. I wanted to apologise for just leaving her there and for how I treated her. I knew that I would not be able to until she allowed me, but if I could just see her. I have never wanted a female to approve of me as much as I wanted her approval. I do not like it, not even a little bit. I had a nagging feeling that she was my mate, but I wouldn't know for sure until I met her away from Férémonté. There was a curse on Férémonté that made it a deadmans land, and that is why it became the banished lands. I tried to contact her multiple times via mindlink but could never make a connection, or she was blocking all mindlinks. It made it harder because I didn't know her
I didn't open my eyes to see his reaction. He knew this was the end just as well as I did. There was an antivenom to a death dogs bite, but with the extent of my injuries, not even that would have saved me. There is a chemical in their bites that prevent you from healing even with the antivenom.So I did the one thing I could do for now. I told him a story; "I was born in the year 482 as a human girl. I can not remember much from then because I was murdered in the year 500. My muder went horribly wrong. Instead of dying as I should have. I was reborn as this blood thirsty monster. Now, in those years, there was no romantisising of monsters in the human world. If you were different, you were killed. Being different caused humans not to understand. Humans fear what they can not understand or explain. Fear will corrupt all rational thoughts and actions." I realised I was rattling off. "The years went by in a flash, I had to survive without being discovered and I had al
"Tell me..." "Jessamy!" Victorianna exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" "Debt collecting, is it not obvious? So, what is your evil scheme this time!" I demanded as that bitch walked into the room. I was sitting on her window sill. My aspect was crackling around us, and she could feel it. She lost control over her aspect and it came over her. "You know, the open favor or whish blah blah..." "I remember, no need to remind me." "I would hope that you remembered, as per the royal decree, all debts must be paid." I said sarcastically. I knew that she didn't have the decency to keep to any decree or law as she thought herself above everyone and everything. "I want an audience with my son." I demanded. "Is that all?" she asked, shocked. "Of course not. You will let him go free." I ordered. "That I will not do!" She yelled. Her temper was getting the best of her. "Well, then." I was on her. My extended nails were digging into the flesh at her throat. Suddenly, I felt a
A door hitting a wall with a bang awoke me from my dream. The poison was already working its way out of my system. I was confused at my surroundings. The dream it felt so real, so vivid, and then it hit me. This was not a dream but a memory. A memory I blocked out many, many years ago. It was during one of my rebel stages. It came back to me in a flash, I remembered that she was surprised that she didn't die because her dream of saving her family came true. She started to hope that the curse did not take and that she was free at last. I, however, had a nagging suspicion that that was not exactly the dream the curse was about. I suspected that it was one dream that everyone shared, even those who claimed not to. The dream to find your true love, your person. I regret never telling her what I suspected, but deep down, I hoped she was right. I taught her how to use utensils, how to walk and dance, and then when she allowed herself to love, she was gone. It was as I suspecte
I was on a ship, not any ship it looked like a pirates ship. The ship was filled with the hussle and bussle of the crew members working at their jobs. I could hear someone calling captain but did not realise they were talking to me at first. It was a big, african man with the kindest eyes. He called again, and when I met his eyes, I realised he was talking to me. I was the captain. He looked like he was my first mate, the second in charge. He rubbed over his ear, the golden earing gleaming in the sunlight. "Captain, there is a mermaid." He said. By the look he gave me, it was not the first time he said it either. I walked down towards him, where he was standing by the railing. He pointed to a spot in the water disturbed by a ripple. I was looking at nothing but water. I was about to turn back to him when I saw the movement under the surface, and then she appeared. She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her wet black hair clung to her pale white face, her yello
"Good luck to her." I spat"Jessamy, really?" She asked again."Yes, she is my mother."I knodded."She is....that is why she hates mother!" One plus one was finally becoming two in her head. She paced from one side of the cell to the other, she was restless and then suddenly she stopped in front of me ; "That is why she hates mother so much! I couldn't understand, mother wouldn't tell me and she lied about so many things..."She mummbled under her breath and then exclaimed ; "The deathdogs! I am not sure, but I think Mother is using you as bait to lure Jessamy. She wants to kill anyone who could possibly stop her from getting the crown." "What the hell? Deathdogs? Where did she get them?!" I was starting to worry now. One was a problem, but two was almost a certain death sentence. The only creature that does not fear a death dog is a dragon. It was almost like going up against hell hounds. Hell hounds were a certain death, but with dogs of death, you did not stand much more
Eric!" Briana ran towards me, embracing me. I caught her and swung her around. Briana and I have always been close. Even though we did not see each other much and were the opposite in almost every way possible, we were always very close. "Mother told me." she snorted."More like ordered me not to come down here. An order like that coming from nowhere meant something was up. So I had to come." She shrugged. "What is up? What are you doing down here." She looked around her in disgust. Honestly, confused. "I am your mothers prisoner." I declared and sat down on the cold, hard bed. "What! Why?" "I do not know what she is planning." She was quiet for a moment, thinking and then; "I noticed you said 'your mother', she is our mother. Your mother, too." For a moment, she sounded like an innocent child again. A child that has not experienced the setbacks of life. And in a way, that is exactly what she was. I took her hand and squeezed it. I was contemplating whether or
"My dear Boy, you are save....and alive!" Victorianna exclaimed, but you could hear the fakeness and confusion in her voice. Waking up like that, from being poisened and being certain that I was going to die, was shit. (Damn! How the hell did I survive?) The thaught hit me from nowhere. I looked at her as if to say; "Really." Only then did I realise that I was in a dungeon. I looked around at the gloomy interior and then back at her. "We do not have a room open, so you will have to stay here for now." She said apologetically. I could hear the tone of satisfaction hiding underneath the surface. I knew her trueself beter than she did. She was getting on my last nerves, and I did not have a lot left after being poisened over and over again. "Cut the crap, Victorianna." I hissed. "What?!" "Just shut up." I cut her off before she could start her rant. "I am not Briana or Enrickio that you can play and use. I noticed that you have not told Enrickio that I am not his little
- Warning, violence, and violence of a sexual nature will be described in this chapter -His eyes were closed as he started telling the story, his story; "I am a dwarf, a born, pure blood dwarf. My mother was not a noble, a royal, or carried any title. She was not a warrior, neither. She was a house dwarf. She worked in the house of one of the noble dwarfs. They were a very rich family and descendant of the dwarfish royal blood line. As well as descended from one of the Great Hero's. They had a son. A cruel, evil man." He paused and breathed in deep. His eyes opened, and I could see that he was no longer present and that he was very far away. "He raped her. She was a virgin, and he cruelly raped her over and over again. Ripping her open from the inside. She had to go to the healers and was made not to say anything. I was conceived, and he was made to marry my mother. While she was pregnant, he would beat her and rape her, wanting her to miscarry, but she held on, an