Poor Avani. He's not used to feeling helpless.
Being loved and cared for by my mate goes a long way to making me feel better. I’m still distraught, still angry that I can’t find my son, but at least now I feel like I have the strength to start again. I fly Merethyl to Cedric’s pack lands. I already knew that Zephyr wouldn’t be here. She hasn’t stopped and unlike me, she doesn’t have a rider to care for her. I know Mere thinks that Ishir is her mate, but without being claimed, the draw to her son, the need to protect him, will be stronger than the draw to her mate. When we arrive, I pull Mere into my lap. She is all that is keeping me sane, having to be here, listening to this when I should be out searching for my son. I know this meeting is important, but I’m struggling with this feeling of helplessness and weakness. ‘You’re not weak,’ Mere says in my mind. ‘Or helpless, and they may be able to help us. It’s good that we’re here.’ Kaylani begins telling us that the most recent dragons that they have found are hybrids, all of th
Four months later We still haven’t found Ancalagon. I’ve searched with Avani periodically, but between our daughter needing her mother and my belly starting to grow with our son, I’ve stayed home more than I’ve gone out with him. A few months ago, Ishir started finding shifters that had been murdered. At first, it was a rare occurrence, one in the first month. We assumed that it was some sort of lucky hunter kill. Then there were three more in the month after that, then more. Lately, it feels like Avani and Ishir are finding a dead shifter or supernatural every few days. Not only that, but the ones they are finding now are apex predators or leaders of their supernatural groups. Avani had told me that they had found a high priestess of a coven along with a very powerful warlock. Avani has refused to allow me to leave the pack lands in the last month and has asked Kenna and Bajaro to guard us. Kenna is happy to stay here. She wants to protect her mate, even though Yhendorn doesn’t lik
After Enki was born, Merethyl and I spent one more week together, letting Merethyl readjust to the loss of dragon DNA in her system. I had noticed it after Gaia’s birth, but I’m noticing it even more now, her body is absorbing dragon DNA every time she gets pregnant. She still had some dragon tendencies after Gaia, and now, after delivering Enki, she has even more. Her ability to cdonnect to me mentally, sift through my memories and thoughts, is nearly as strong as mine. It doesn’t bother me that she has the abilities that she has, it’s more that I’m worried about the long term effect of her body taking on the dragon DNA. Once things are settled with this assassin, I'll be taking her to visit the doctor. When we get back to the elf lands, I know I can’t stay long. I’ve been out of the hunt for two months and Ancalagon is still missing. But, when we arrive and my little girl, now nearly 8 months old, comes toddling out of the castle, her arms raised to me, I refuse to leave without sp
**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena.As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.He tried to tell me that our ideas of being claimed are archaic, as outdated and incorrect as the ideas that humans have of dragons killing humans and the creation of dragonslayers. But he forgets that I’m centuries old, over 200 years old.As I fly away, I decide to find Zephyr. She is the air dragon and has decided that she wants to have a baby, a dragon baby. Since she hasn’t found her mate, she doesn’t have a problem having a baby with me. And I pride myself on my sexual prowess, especially in dragon to dragon form. We weren’t always the last four dragons
“Yhendorn, what are you doing? We need to get down to dinner. You know mother will be mad that we’re late. We have guests.”“Mere, you worry too much. Mother won’t be mad at us.”“She won’t be mad at you, you mean. You can do no wrong in her eyes. She’ll probably blame me for us being late.”“You realize, you’re acting like a 5-year-old, not a one hundred and five year old?” He says.“I’m still young by elven standards. It’s not my fault that there is such an age gap between us. I’m sure mother felt that there was no way she could have a more perfect child than you, so it took father nearly 50 years to convince her to conceive again.”“Bitterness is not becoming in a Princess.” He says to me.I roll my eyes behind his back. My brother is the perfect Prince. And he’ll make a great King one day. Me, on the other hand. I’ve always been the wild child. Ready to explore the world, question everything and endlessly test my mother’s patience. Or at least, that’s what she always says to me.A
I scream as the pain of whatever they are injecting me with slices through my body. It feels like they’ve put razor blades into my blood stream and it’s killing me slowly.“Note that patient number 34654 seems to be feeling pain with the injection. Time will tell if this compilation of drugs will incapacitate or kill it.”It. I’m the it. Not her. Not Merethyl. Not the elf. It.I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been in here. There are no days or nights here. There are no windows so you know what time of day or even what time of year it is. There is only pain and in between pain.It’s a testament to how terrible my life is when I’m happy to hear my brother’s screams. It means he’s still alive. I hope my screams bring him the same peace, knowing I’m alive.Ours aren’t the only screams here. They are a constant in this hellish place. I’m not sure which is worse the screams or the begging. Begging for life, begging for death, it doesn’t matter, they never give you what you want. They don’t
I’m flying over my forest, having been gone for nearly a month. This is the longest I’ve ever been away from the forest. First, because Kenna was worried about her mother being gone so long. She had called me to help find her, which ended up being unnecessary when she returned, having been claimed by the Lycan. And then I’d spent a couple weeks with Zephyr making sure her egg was properly fertilized before heading home. My body is relaxed in a way it hasn’t been in a long time, my dragon calm after weeks of sexual release.But now, it’s time to get back to work. I’ve taken on the role of protector of this forest. Where Tana enjoys being in a busy city, working with humans and supernaturals, I prefer the forest. Maybe it’s the difference in our elements or perhaps it’s the difference in our genders. Zephyr and Kaylani don’t seem to have a problem integrating with others, or being in busy environments. But for me, the noise and scents of the human cities are overwhelming, so I prefer to
She’s tall, my mate. I pull my wings out in a partial shift and fly up the side of a mountain, carrying her in my arms. I lay her down, tucking her hair behind her ear and that’s when I realize that my mate is an elf. Fuck! Elves derive their magic from the earth. It means that she is very capable of claiming me. She could easily use my gift against me. Dragons are the strongest of all supernaturals, but elves are clever and intelligent and they wield the earth element almost as easily as I do. My mind is in direct opposition with itself. First, I’m thrilled that I found my mate. Instinctively, we all want to find the person that completes us and makes us feel whole. I’m proud to be mated to an elf, she is worthy of being mated to a dragon. And, I’d be lying if I said holding this woman in my arms doesn’t make me feel bigger than life, stronger than I’ve ever felt before. However, the other side of me is furious that this woman might even consider that she is capable of taming the d