All Chapters of Mated to the Wolf and Dragon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“What is your name?” breathed the dragon as he looked at the woman. She looked familiar but somehow he did not recall where he had seen her the last time. All these years and time he had spent in captivity as a dragon he had gone through countless women and now all their faces had been blurred.“Red,” said Red in a whisper. And the dragon snorted.“What kind of name is that?” asked the dragon as the warm air that he let out of his nostrils and it tickled Red as she looked at him in such fear that she had never faced earlier in her life.“The kind of name that my father had for me before he knew that my mother would be pregnant with me. You can have problems with me but this is the basic courtesy that you need to know not to tell a girl things like that,” said Red and she looked at him dead in his huge eye. The dragon looked at him and said,” I have seen you elsewhere but for the sake of anything I cannot reme

A soft-spoken word, a flash of flame, a single candle was lit. The pale circle of light showed three women, all robed in black. They moved about the circle, lighting candles as they went. One at each cardinal point, they called to the elements. The three witches moved with a comfortable ease with each other, calling up power from the earth. They had practiced together for many a year now and knew the feel of each other's gifts. One girl was a fair skinned lass with thick red head. She lit the candle of south, a welling passion of thought and lust. The girl of water was paler still and had dark hair, long and curled. The third was of earth, long raven black hair, the skin a deep caramel, eyes near gold. They all lit the candle of east, of air and of knowledge. The candles of the altar burned merrily. The called to the moon and to the gods. The air smelled of the pined forest, faintly of the sandalwood smoking in the censer. The noises of the night animals sound softly around them.

Eva wished she had set out for home earlier. It wasn't just that it was getting cold, it was that the light was already fading. She usually enjoyed walking home alone in the dark, even through the wood near the village, but tonight wasn't any night. Tonight was a full moon. She didn't know if she did believe in werewolves or if she didn't believe. It wasn't as if she had ever seen one, or if anyone she knew had seen one. There were stories though -- not legends or myths from long past -- stories that were better called rumours. Lambs attacked, animals half glimpsed in the dark when the moon was full.If vampires existed then why not werewolves? And vampires did exist. The stories of vampire hunters were very real and a girl had been attacked just two years ago right in her own village. The mensfolk had gone together with a vampire hunter leading them and had tracked the vampire down and put a stake through its heart. There were no more attacks after that. Vampires did exist.

Red' POVRunning through the woods I can barely see 50 ft. in front of me for the fog, but I can hear his heaving breaths and the thuds of his paws on the frosty earth behind me getting closer and closer. I run in a blind panic, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide where I will be safe.The frosted path in front of me glistens white and hard, lined by impenetrable woods on both sides with the fog rolling in thick from the left. The air is cold on my face as I propel myself forwards, urging myself on but conscious and panicking that I am heading deeper into the forest and further from the village. His snarling is getting louder and I dare not look behind me, but can see him clearly in my mind, that horrifying beast that is pursuing me.Then I see it, up ahead, a break in the trees; I have to get some cover -- I can't outrun him. My cloak snags on the branches as I make my way as quickly as I can down the narrow track, which suddenly opens up into a clearing. A

Brother Samuel preached the Gospel wherever he might draw a crowd. He had been traveling from town to town since leaving his home in Philadelphia. As the settlements grew in the Western Territories, his stops grew fewer. Many towns had built churches and hired on preachers, but there were still towns in need of his services.Sometimes he would take on a follower who stayed with him from town to town. They were usually people that nobody would miss and that suited him just fine. He had picked up one a few weeks back. She was the most beautiful creature that he has ever seen. She had been following him from village to village, as he traveled to deliver his message. She was not the first to do so, nor the first to seek his favor, nor was she likely the last.As the first words of his sermon brought the crowd to a hush, she slipped silently into the back of the meeting hall and gradually wove her way forward through the crowd. By the last "Amen", she emerged at the front o