All Chapters of Dragon's Blood (Book Two): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

   One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.      Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinit

   I wake to the sensation of Flavius's fingers gently combing through my hair. Warm shock waves radiate from his tender hands. Yawning, I turn over to look at him, his deep brown eyes glow amber in the midday sunlight like small flakes of fire. I reach a hand out, lightly caressing his face with a soft smile. I shudder as my body fills with the heat of Flavius's emotions, causing my brand to throb in sweet pleasure.      "Did I wake you?" Flavius questions gruffly, tiredness echoing through his voice.      "No," I answer with a shake of my head.      Sitting up, the fur blankets that once covered me slip off. I stretch my arms above my head with a slight sigh. Turning over to look at Flavius, I smile faintly.      "We should begin packing for our journey," I mumble.  &n

Flavius  Darkness clouds my vision as we walk further into the cave. My foot catches on a piece of jagged stone protruding from the cavern floor, and I stumble forward. Ellie grabs me by the hand, pulling me up straight again, and we continue on our path.      A dim glow begins to invade the dark cave. I quickly shield my eyes from the unexpected light.       "It has been a while, Eleonora," a soft angelic voice calls out.      I remove my hand from my eyes to look up at the holder of the voice. Standing before me is a tall, slender woman with hair ablaze like a raging fire. Her skin is like soft moonlight aglow from the torch flame. H

     I woke just before the sun watching as the moon turns transparent. Yawning I stretch my arms above my head. I turn around noticing Flavius is not in bed. Sitting the rest of the way up I look around the room. My eyes land on Flavius and I watch as he stands in the mountain entrance staring out at the sky.      Pulling myself from the bed I approach him. Walking up behind him I wrap my arms around his waist placing my head on his shoulder.      "Good morning," I drawl.      Flavius turns his head placing a kiss on my forehead.      "Mornin," he greets gruffly.      "It will take a couple of days to reach the territory of the Horde of Fates so be prepared," I tell him. 

  After a couple of hours pass, we are finally called for dinner where we are introduced to the rest of the horde. Nathalia's and Alec's horde is very small when compared to my own. But you can tell the strength of their warriors with one glance.      When Nathalia and Alec enter the dining hall they are accompanied by a young werewolf. He is dressed in a white tunic with a bearskin cloak draped over his shoulders. A large battle-ax is strapped to his back. His long blonde hair is done up in five braids. Three small braids are positioned at the top of his head and two thicker ones line the sides of his head. He has a beard that is short on the sides but long and braided at the chin. His icy blue eyes meet mine as he flashes me a cool smile.      The werewolf approaches us taking a seat in front of me with Nathalia and Alec on either side of him.