Trygg pulls his own blade from under his robes rushing towards me. I meet him halfway my sword heavy in hand. Trygg dips and weaves narrowly missing the slash of my sword. My blade scrapes the stone ground causing sparks to flare. He whips behind me hitting me on the back. I stumble forward my sword clattering to the ground. When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance to strike, I kick him in the gut.
He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state. Lurching at me his body becomes consumed in golden lightning. Bold of come striking at me, I try to dodge but the lightning still grazes the skin of my arm. I jump back hissing in pa
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Dragon’s Breath Author Note
Hi lovelies, if you are reading this you have finally made it to the end of Dragon’s Breath. I am so glad you made it this far in my book. It has been such a wonderful journey posting the first book I ever wrote on here. If you have liked Dragon’s Breath so far stay tuned for the release of book two Dragon’s Blood. In the mean time show your support and please leave a review! I am excited to here what my readers have to say! Have a wonderful day and happy reading to all you lovelies.
Dragon’s Breath Chapter One
I push open the heavy iron doors leading to the throne room. The door screeches against the hard stone floor. Entering the spacious room, I am surrounded by the horde officials. They are all lined up side-by-side, facing fathers' throne. The ends of their gray robes trail behind them. Standing just feet away from him, I place a fist over my heart and bow in our traditional greeting. "Father,” I say, looking up at him. The depths of his cold violet eyes search mine. With a forced smile, he says, "You may rise." "Thank you, father, " I reply curtly. Standing straight once more, he lifts himself from the throne and moves closer to me and the horde officials in a composed manner. "As you all are aware, there is a rogue horde who calls themselves Betsalel. They have been threatening to attack from the south so as to claim our land for themselves,” father starts. “If they make it that far we will lose everything we have worked so hard to build. That
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Two
My heart drums in my chest as I follow my father into the room, closing the doors behind us. The inky blackness that surrounds my father engulfs me snuffing out the frail bit of light I have left. Now, only silence lingers in the air. I shiver, beginning to feel claustrophobic at our close proximity. I swollen the lump in my throat breaking the silence, "What was it you wanted to talk about?" I cringe when my voice cracks. He stares at me a moment, not saying a word. His emotionless eyes bore straight into my very soul. These moments of silence are what scare me the most. The longer he spends just staring at me, the more my heart rate picks up. "Eleonora, you are my only daughter, and I love you very much. You know that right?" He says seriously. my body goes rigid, as I feel my palms become clammy. What is he talking about? He never says he loves me. "Y-Yeah, I know," I say, stumbling over my words. The fear of what he is to say making me want to vomi
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Dragon’s Breath Chapter Four
I shuffle to the dining hall trying not to trip over this stupid dress. Next time, I am getting myself ready. What could have possibly been going through their minds when they dressed me like this? I walk to the doors of the dining hall. Pausing before I push them open, I decide to alter my look just a bit. Though it would be nice to see their reactions to how I am dressed, I simply cannot risk offending them. Pulling the bright yellow dress up to my knees, I rip the fabric, tossing it to the floor. The once floor-length dress turns into a knee-high one. I then pull out the pins from my hair, allowing it to cascade down my shoulders. I am sure I still look terrible, but it must be better than before, I suppose. Shoving the doors open, I stride into the room. Many noble men and women are gathered, dressed in extravagant gowns and suits. All eyes are focused on me the second I enter, causing me to shrink away. I wish I could just leave. I despise being the center of attent