《Destined to the Dragon [Book One]》 [Chapter One] [Chapter One] Scorching fire breathes through the dragon''s snarled mouth, a thundering roar res over all the screams and snapping of burning wood. The ground quakes under his thunderous steps as dust and ash lift from the ground. A beastly roar rips past his throat, making his muscles tense with adrenaline. Swirls of smoke heave from his nostrils and exposes a row of sharp teeth when he pulls his mouth into a snarl. His eyes ze with fury, searching through the chaos for the reason he came. He seeks something, someone. The scales on his back, a smooth gold, then tingle, his sensitive ears pick up the softest breath of a maiden; it sends his heart racing in ecstasy. He is near. He takes a whiff of the air ¡ªpushing aside the scent of burning flesh and smoke ¡ª and catches the faintest scent ofvender. His heart clenches with excitement, and he takes a step forward. He hears a gasp and sees the maiden appearing from her hiding ce. Immediately upon seeing her, a dominant growl suppresses him, rumbling through his golden body. He takes another step towards her. The maiden looks up with widening eyes that are full of curiosity; she bravely takes a step forward. He is pleased with the maiden''s choice of actions and shifts from his dragon form. In the ce of the dragon stands a handsome young man with deep golden hair, peachy coloured skin, and vibrant red eyes. The man memorizes her in the white dress that speaks out amongst the carnage surrounding them; the fabrics sweeping around her figure. He fetches a decent pair of whatever to cover himself with - a ripped pair of trousers - and walks to her. In the turmoil of the burningnd around them, the pure glow around her sings out to him, enticing him solely. A low rumble tickles his throat as he pauses in front of the maiden, liking the height difference between them. He smiles at her and gently brushes a strand of blonde off her cheek. He doesn''t want to hurt her or frighten her, he only hoped she understands why he had to destroy the vige keeping her captive. She looks up with wonder-struck eyes and she bes transfixed on his zing red eyes. Her lips part to speak but is quelled by his finger. He leans his forehead on hers, his eyes closing as a rush of sparks fly through the touching of their skins. She finally feels whole and slowly wraps her arms around his defined abdomen, relishing the sparks meant for them. "You found me," she murmurs. He took her chin with his finger and thumb, bringing her to look at him. He kissed her, sweet and soft, before holding her against his chest. "Always," ~¡ã~ For as long as she could remember, those stories and myths have been told even before Olivia was born. Her mother used to say that it was real; dragons dominating the sky andnd with their fiery breath and power. Werewolves stalking through the forest and howling toward the moon. Vampires lurking in the shadows away from the rays of the sun with only blood to quench their thirst. Sometimes she''d ponder about it. Questioning if they were more than just scribbled words and roughly drawn images on yellow stained pages. She''d wonder if they lived and breathed like every other living creature on earth. Was every human with dark, caramel skin holding a beast inside of them? Were they waiting to shift under the light of the full moon and howl with desire and passion? Would a human with snow pale skin be really only a creature of bloodthirst? Did they hide in the darkest of shadows where it concealed their fangs from the burning sunlight? Was a human with the most angel given voice be in a mask to hide a tail and seashells? Would they turn into their true self when a droplet of water was to touch their skin? A sigh left her lips and Olivia found herself mentally rolling her eyes at her thoughts, They are myths. They don''t exist, Olivia kept telling herself it. Everyone else seemed to believe the mythical creatures were real, but she didn''t. It was absurd. Sure Olivia did believe at one point in her life, but she soon discovered that it was nothing more than a myth, make-believe, a lie. She wouldn''t bother trying to convince even one person from her vige that fantasy wasn''t real. She had never seen a type of fantasy creature in her life, only when she was younger, but she probably imagining it. A group of hunters known as the Fantasy Hunters made everyone except Olivia believe. They were the protectors of all five viges. They risked their lives to hunt down the supernatural and tell the tales when they arrived back - it was how the people began to write the stories about the creatures. Olivia''s vige believed. All five viges believed their stories. Everyone but her. But she guessed that it wasn''t her fault her and the other four viges were gullible. All Olivia could do was observe in the back as the Fantasy Hunters told the vige another one of their adventures about ying a werewolf with wolfsbane or exposing a vampire to sunlight before staking a wooden spear through its heart and beheading it. They say they had killed every fantasy creature there was, except for one. A dragon shifter. It was a rare creature. Her mother said they were driven into the clouds by the hunters. No one had seen one before. If they had, they didn''t live to tell the tale - not that Olivia would believe them. Even though she knew nothing about dragons apart from their appearance and chaotic like power, Olivia highly doubted they existed or had such a thing called ''mate''. She didn''t understand the concept of a dragon''s mate. The only clue she had was the book her mother wrote to her, Destined to the Dragon. It was a strange title her mother settled on. Olivia didn''t understand why her mother picked out the title until she read it to Olivia on some nights when she couldn''t sleep. It grew on her and Olivia found herself engrossed with it every time her mother read it to her. Still, though, it wasn''t much help to the whole concept. All it said at the end was that the dragon shifter finds his mate and it ends with both of them d to be together. Even after Olivia read it so many times recently, it felt wrong, like there was something missing from it. But why would Olivia care? Fantasy wasn''t real. She didn''t need to ponder over the structure of a mythical book her mother made up purely to satisfy Olivia''s childish needs for adventure. Besides, she was preupied with doing things elsewhere to even think about the book. It was nightfall. Usually, Olivia would be well snoring through the night, trying to catch up much-needed rest. But Olivia kept tossing and turning due to a relentless stir in her stomach. It kept her awake no matter what she tried. Walking around, doing small exercise techniques to burn off arge amount of energy she suddenly seemed to have, or just trying to getfortable and try to drift off peacefully. Nothing worked. After so many attempts of trying, Olivia gave up. Sheid in bed, her mind nk, and the desire to sleep had long since past. She gazed at the attic roof above her head, taking note of every cobweb there was and every spider that would stride past with its eight legs. She wondered how long she''d been staring at the ceiling for. Hours maybe? Then again it might''ve only been a few minutes that seemed to drag on. Her skin prickled and burned from the rough canvas of her bed. She didn''tin, she was lucky to even have a room or bed. It was easy to ignore the burning on her skin because there was something else keeping her awake and full of energy. As Olivia thought it, the stir twisted her stomach, giving her butterflies and a strange desire. Olivia groaned in annoyance and knew that when morning came she would be shattered. She dreaded what would happen when either Quinste or Lady noticed even the slightest mistake she made. Olivia breathed out heavily and rolled onto her front, hoping that the pressure would ease the stir. It helped a bit, relieving Olivia as she crossed her arms under her chin like a pillow and gazed out the window. Looking at the soft candle lights illuminating down by the vige, she had hoped it would be enough to make her sleepy. But she didn''t feel even a sliver of tiredness. Olivia sighed. Just as she turned her head away from outside, something flew past the window. Olivia snapped her head back just Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. in time to see the candles flicker violently as if arge gust of wind had picked up. Olivia thought what it might''ve been. She brushed it off, thinking it was a bird flying past and turned to her side. She breathed out, noticing that the stir in her stomach had vanished. "Strange," Olivia mumbled under her breath. The energy once having her tossing and turning was seeping out of her grasp as Olivia yawned tiredly. She closed her heavy eyes and got asfortable as anyone could on a rough bed; though relieved that she could finally sleep. A few minutester, light snores filled the attic as a brown spider slowly slid from the ceiling, hanging on by a thread of made silk. It spread its slender legs, looking around with eight scattered eyes. ~¡ã~ There was no given light to cast upon the figure before her. Olivia''s body didn''t respond to her and ignored anymand she made to move. She couldn''t even tear her eyes away from the shadow that slowly stalked toward her. She had no control over her body and Olivia found herself stepping forward. She screamed in her head for her body to stop, but allmands were silenced. The stir in her stomach grew violent and hot again and Olivia was on the verge of losing herposure quickly. Another step forward. Another step. Another. She stopped moving, halting in front of the shadow who towered over her. Olivia squinted her eyes but saw nothing but a silhouette. She wanted to say something. Her lips already parted but a finger pressed to her lips, silencing her unspoken words. She stared at the silhouette with wide eyes - it wasn''t fear. Olivia wasn''t sure what it was. She couldn''t look away and saw a soft light rising from behind. The soft light shined on the silhouette, revealing some of its features. From what she could make out it was male. Olivia could see his arm toned with curved muscle. His skin was tan - contrasting against the darkness around them. There were scales of dark grey etched upon his muscled skin, protecting him as a soft blue light glowed around each one. "Olivia. . ." a dangerous voice rasped in a tone of power and desire. It sent a course of shivers through Olivia''s spine. A hand caressed her cheek, their fingers remaining. Olivia gasped at the sudden sparks fluttering through her cheek. But as quick as it came, smoke gathered around them, and he vanished. ~¡ã~ Olivia shot up, waking with a gasp. Her heart was pounding with strange excitement and she found herself breathless as if she were holding her breath. Her stomach twisted violently with a hot stir and the girl wiped a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She didn''t have time to process her dream when a head poked through the hole in the floor, a somewhat door. "Wake up, runt. Lady has a task for you." Olivia looked at Quinste and realized it was morning. When Olivia tried to sit up, her head suddenly started to throb. She winced and slowly got up from her bed but was beyond tired, as she predicted. A groan escaped her lips and the girl rubbed the exhaustion from her eyes. "Hurry up and quit being so pathetic. Lady wants you to fetch her a batch of berries," Quinste hissed before she left. Olivia looked to the space Quinste once was and red. "You try having something keep you up all night long and tell me how it feels, Quinstupid." Quinste was probably the one person that Olivia hated with every fiber of her being, Quinste and Lady . No one else treated her as badly as them. It was like they were trying topete against each other to see who could treat Olivia the worst. It wasn''t always that way though. There was a time where Quinste and Olivia were friends. Then one night, almost the whole vige went wild, including Quinste. The next day she was hurting bad, and then she got violent toward Olivia. Olivia didn''t know why. She was only caring for her hurting friend, but the days of caring for Quinste were a long time ago. All Olivia felt toward Quinste was hatred. She would abuse Olivia when no one was looking. One time when Quinste first started to abuse her she punched Olivia when she was doing the dishes. Olivia told Lady about it and she got pped across the mouth for it. She hated staying in Limrock. It was the worst hell she could imagine. Though she wouldn''t try to run. It was one of the worst crimes against thews of Limrock. Only Olivia''s vige was so strict about certain things like leaving the nest without permission. Besides, there was only one ce where she felt like she could do whatever she wanted, her room. But thest ce she wanted to be was at the orphanage. Olivia found herselfughing dryly that the one ce she felt free was the one ce she felt trapped. How ironic. But the orphanage was her home whether she liked it or not. Even though Olivia hated Lady , she was the one to take in Olivia before anyone else could. Lady was Olivia''s guardian, a guardian to all the girls who had no other family left. There were a lot of girls and hardly any boys. When thest boy left because he was old enough, the orphanage became a girl orphanage. There were a lot of girls staying there, and funny enough, not one girl was friends with Olivia. She did have a talk with a girl named Dreya once, but then Quinste made sure that no girl talked to Olivia. Then again, Olivia didn''t really have time for friends when Lady had her working early tote hours; she was the first to start her chores and thest to finish. There was hardly any time for friends. Lady had gotten her to do so many errands that Quinste had started to make Olivia do things for her as well. Olivia hated taking orders from Quinste like brushing and braiding her ck hair, going out to the markets to get her either jewelry or a dress, or to clean her room in the mornings before all her other chores. Olivia would love to give Quinste a piece of her mind, but she was terrified of what would happen when the spoilt brat would go and tell Lady . Olivia was more scared of Lady than she ever would be of Quinste. Quinste knew that and she took advantage of Olivia''s fear of her grandmother and used it against Olivia. A sigh left Olivia''s lips, feeling pitiful on how bad her life was as she changed from an old shirt and pants to a tattered grey dress. Olivia stepped in front of the mirror and scrunched her face in disgust. She hated wearing such hideous things. Dirt and grim were the new colour and there were rips in ces that she didn''t like showing. No girl would want to wear what Olivia was forced to wear every day. Her head shook in disapproval and finally, Olivia looked away. She pulled her dark brown hair into a braid and smoothed back the hairs out of ce, thinking that the week ahead would be the same. At least she thought it would. Chapter 1: ~Intro~ Chapter 1: ~Intro~ To my beloved ones, ¡ª£¤¡ª People say that books tell a story that was forgotten long ago; that their ancient history would soon crumble beneath the weathering pages of an aging book. Some would say that there is no such thing as fate and was written off as a fantasy story for children to read at night with their parents. Most would say that werewolves were savaged beasts seeking the power of the full moon and kill under its light for fun; gaining strength and bing more dangerous at night. Most would say that vampires have no heart and feed off the weak for power and immortality to live for all eternity; killing the lives of innocent for their own selfish needs. But everyone would say that dragons were vicious beasts. Craving the blood of others and bringing chaos through their fiery breath. But they were all just written off as myths; made up in the ink-ck pages of the oldest of books. Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. What''s one thing they all have inmon? They''re all wrong, Humans may believe what they want to believe and nothing can change their mere minds. If humans really saw beyond the crippled pages of a worn book they wouldn''t be able to handle the reality of their childhood fantasiesing to life. Their small minds hold limits too tight for their childhood fantasies toe alive. They would prefer to keep the supernatural within the pages of books and go back to life how it was, keeping mother natures talents locked away within the ripped, yellow pages. But everyone knew what existed beyond the books of their fantasies. Everyone knew it was impossible and unbnced to God''s creation. So then they wrote new chapters in their books; telling of how the supernatural were monsters sent from the depths of hell. They were right. Fate. Werewolves. Vampires. Dragons. They were all monsters in their own sick, twisted way. But humans will never know how much of monsters supernatural really are. Only the crumbling pages of their weathering books will ever tell even the slightest part, Of the monsters within. . . Chapter 38: Sequel Information Chapter 38: Sequel Information Hello, to all. I know there have been questions about there being a sequel and answers wanting to be heard with the cliffhangers the first book has brought. Firstly, I¡¯m so happy that you all enjoyed this book, because I¡¯ve been writing this for the past 2 almost 3 years, and this version is the third. And I am finally happy with the results of how well it turned out. As for the sequel, YES, there will be a second book, so don¡¯t worry, I haven¡¯t tossed the plot. I¡¯m not sure when I¡¯ll post it up, but if you followed me to get the notification, it¡¯d be the best thing to do. I¡¯m not C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. saying this as a personal promotion, just the best interests of the readers. That being said, the sequel will be called Destined to the Curse, where our group will be in for a ride of their life, literally. No matter what happened, it always had a purpose behind it. Everything happened for a reason. Fate had a cruel way of teaching the very lesson that can and will drive people apart or bring them closer. For nearly her whole life, Olivia believed the fantasy was a lie. She believed it was all just a fairy tale. She didn¡¯t expect to be so wrong after a near-death experience of discovering her vige was a nest of terrifying creatures. With the bond between the dragon shifter and her growing, it was hard to deny her feelings. But her journey through thend of fantasy was just the beginning. A single betrayal, a single ambush, a single secret was all it took for the fabric of her life to unfold in ways unimaginable. The past always had a way of catching up and Olivia didn¡¯t expect to be suddenly staring at what she thought was a figment of her memory. I''m just as excited as you are ;) so stay tuned. ~Sonya~ The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!