Dragon King: A Dark Kings Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online
Authors: Donna Grant
he stared down at the Dark. He took a deep breath, ready to release another round of fire when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
It was Grace.
* * * *
Grace knew her knees were going to give out at any moment. She didn’t recall why she had woken, only that she had. With the rain no longer falling, she wanted to see how wet it was. Only she saw two men climbing the mountain.
The next thing she knew, a large form dropped from the sky, only to go back up again the next moment. She gaped in horror when she saw the turquoise dragon burn one of the men.
Before that truly registered in her mind, things got stranger. The remaining man threw what looked like a large bubble at the dragon.
“What the hell,” she murmured.
Was she really seeing a dragon? A massive beast that was as beautiful to behold as it was terrifying.
“Dragons aren’t real. And yet, there’s one. Right there. Right in front of me.”
More bubbles hit the dragon. It must’ve hurt because the dragon spun around and flew back to the man.
Only to land on the side of the mountain.
Grace gawked at the immense width and breadth of the dragon’s turquoise wings as he spread them out. The scales fairly gleamed in the morning sun, shining brilliantly like metal.
The dragon had two short brow horns and another short horn atop its nose. The head and body were so huge she could barely grasp it, and the tail extended far behind the dragon, twitching as if waiting to be used as a weapon.
Suddenly, the dragon’s black eyes turned to her. She froze in fear, unable to move. The last thing she wanted was to bring the dragon’s attention to her. She didn’t want to get eaten.
What was that old expression? Don’t anger a dragon because you are crunchy.
Well, she didn’t want to anger this dragon. She just wanted to go back to the B&B, get some sleep, and then check herself into a mental institution because she was obviously losing her mind if she was seeing dragons.
The dragon’s head snapped back to the man, a low rumble coming from its chest. Grace told herself to go back inside the cave and find Arian, but she still couldn’t move.
Whether it was from fear or curiosity, she wasn’t sure.
But she remained to see what would happen. And as the man began to throw more bubbles at the dragon, she was glad she did.
The dragon was a large target. Even when the dragon knocked the man sideways with its wing, he got back on his feet. As the sun rose higher, Grace got a better look at the man. His short black hair was liberally laced with thick, silver strands.
Everything was odd about the entire scene, from the man to the dragon. It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation for such things.
The man blasted the dragon with several bubbles in a row, and to her shock, Grace watched the dragon disappear in a blink. And in its place was none other than Arian.
He pushed up on his hands and glared at the man. “You’re going to die here.”
“Not before I find what I’m looking for,” replied the man in an Irish accent.
Grace rubbed her eyes. When she opened them and Arian still stood there as naked as she had found him the day before, she wasn’t sure what to do.
Then it didn’t matter as he and the other man began to attack each other. The fight was vicious in both sight and sound. Arian hit the man hard while more bubbles barreled into Arian.
Then Arian fell to one knee with burns covering his body where the bubbles hit him. Grace covered her mouth with her hand. The shock of seeing him so wounded turned her stomach, but it also made her angry. Who was the man to attack Arian so?
The wounds looked extremely painful. By the way Arian grimaced, they were.
She silently urged him to get up and keep fighting. The fact he was the dragon was something she would face later. She instinctively knew that whoever Arian was fighting wasn’t a good person.
The stranger threw another bubble at Arian that caused him to growl in
It was Grace.
* * * *
Grace knew her knees were going to give out at any moment. She didn’t recall why she had woken, only that she had. With the rain no longer falling, she wanted to see how wet it was. Only she saw two men climbing the mountain.
The next thing she knew, a large form dropped from the sky, only to go back up again the next moment. She gaped in horror when she saw the turquoise dragon burn one of the men.
Before that truly registered in her mind, things got stranger. The remaining man threw what looked like a large bubble at the dragon.
“What the hell,” she murmured.
Was she really seeing a dragon? A massive beast that was as beautiful to behold as it was terrifying.
“Dragons aren’t real. And yet, there’s one. Right there. Right in front of me.”
More bubbles hit the dragon. It must’ve hurt because the dragon spun around and flew back to the man.
Only to land on the side of the mountain.
Grace gawked at the immense width and breadth of the dragon’s turquoise wings as he spread them out. The scales fairly gleamed in the morning sun, shining brilliantly like metal.
The dragon had two short brow horns and another short horn atop its nose. The head and body were so huge she could barely grasp it, and the tail extended far behind the dragon, twitching as if waiting to be used as a weapon.
Suddenly, the dragon’s black eyes turned to her. She froze in fear, unable to move. The last thing she wanted was to bring the dragon’s attention to her. She didn’t want to get eaten.
What was that old expression? Don’t anger a dragon because you are crunchy.
Well, she didn’t want to anger this dragon. She just wanted to go back to the B&B, get some sleep, and then check herself into a mental institution because she was obviously losing her mind if she was seeing dragons.
The dragon’s head snapped back to the man, a low rumble coming from its chest. Grace told herself to go back inside the cave and find Arian, but she still couldn’t move.
Whether it was from fear or curiosity, she wasn’t sure.
But she remained to see what would happen. And as the man began to throw more bubbles at the dragon, she was glad she did.
The dragon was a large target. Even when the dragon knocked the man sideways with its wing, he got back on his feet. As the sun rose higher, Grace got a better look at the man. His short black hair was liberally laced with thick, silver strands.
Everything was odd about the entire scene, from the man to the dragon. It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation for such things.
The man blasted the dragon with several bubbles in a row, and to her shock, Grace watched the dragon disappear in a blink. And in its place was none other than Arian.
He pushed up on his hands and glared at the man. “You’re going to die here.”
“Not before I find what I’m looking for,” replied the man in an Irish accent.
Grace rubbed her eyes. When she opened them and Arian still stood there as naked as she had found him the day before, she wasn’t sure what to do.
Then it didn’t matter as he and the other man began to attack each other. The fight was vicious in both sight and sound. Arian hit the man hard while more bubbles barreled into Arian.
Then Arian fell to one knee with burns covering his body where the bubbles hit him. Grace covered her mouth with her hand. The shock of seeing him so wounded turned her stomach, but it also made her angry. Who was the man to attack Arian so?
The wounds looked extremely painful. By the way Arian grimaced, they were.
She silently urged him to get up and keep fighting. The fact he was the dragon was something she would face later. She instinctively knew that whoever Arian was fighting wasn’t a good person.
The stranger threw another bubble at Arian that caused him to growl in
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