Can you hear the dragon’s roar?
By LaVerne Thompson
Dragon’s Heart-Story of the Brethren
By LaVerne Thompson
Over a thousand years ago Draakar was forced to leave Earth, now he has no choice but to return. The dragon lord, whose world teeters on the brink of destruction, must find his truemate. The one woman with the power and love fated to save them all. The woman he left behind.
Maya Trent was abandoned on Earth, apparently human but so much more and unaware of her dual heritage. Once Draakar awakens her dragon within all she wants to do is kill him. Yet they must work together to save mankind as well as the brethren. But first Draakar has to convince her that the truemate bond between them is real, as is his love for her. She just has to believe in him.
No insect, animal or bird sounds were ever heard in the center of the stones because all knew better than to venture into the circle of power. Even the wind only danced around its edge. Just before dawn, something changed. For miles around the stones not a creature stirred. They sensed something coming and were careful to give the area an even wider berth than usual. Only heavy fog moved across the mountains as a dragon lord from a time long gone glided slowly through the gateway and landed squarely in the center of the Stones.
Black talons dug into the rich soil and the humming sound emanating from the Stones changed to a fevered pitch, far beyond human hearing.
At long last! the Stones sang. A son of earth has returned! rejoiced Mother Earth. Welcome back!
The great black dragon reared his mighty head, releasing a sound earth had not heard for over a thousand years.
The roar of a Dragon Lord.
A Dark Dragon Lord, one born to power stood on Terra once more. The Stones glowed like never before, bathing their Lord in their elemental, earthly light. Power flowed through his veins, the likes of which he had never felt before. The air hissed and crackled with it. A master of earthly elements: fire, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he harnessed them all.
The sun had not yet risen when, for the second time in as many days, a fast moving heavy fog developed over clear skies and coated the land. Sporadic flashes of lightning were seen through the fog over Sperrin Mountain, causing more than one hand to raise and make the sign of the cross. When the sound of a roar—people would swear it wasn’t like any thunder they’d ever heard before—echoed across the county, the ones who didn’t cross themselves the first time did so then. Rain and hail, the size of small pebbles, fell as the sky overhead turned blacker.
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