Crown of Dragons by Nina Walker (Bleeding Realms: Dragon Blessed Book 1)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 426 Kb
Crown of Dragons : The normal world is an illusion.
Separated from other realms by a thin layer of powerful magic, humans are protected from the fae and dragons, the ghosts and warlocks, and an unfurling evil.
Khali Elliot is a princess —of sorts. She wasn’t born royal and yet she’s destined to become queen. As a Dragon Blessed with four elements running through her blood, her future lineage has already been claimed by the Brightcaster’ throne. She will marry one of the princes. She won’t get to choose which one. She will be obedient.
Until she’s not.
Hazel Forrester sees dead people. Her life is pretty much a bad made-for-tv special where being the haunted girl isn’t a gift, but a curse. Going away to college in a small town where nobody knows her seems to be a solid plan. That is until she meets Dean Ashton, the infuriating boy with fire in his eyes and far too many questions. She will ignore him. She will act normal.
Until she can’t.
Two vastly different realms. Two vastly different girls.
But the realms are bleeding together and the girls are linked. Bound. Spelled.
And little do they know, one can’t survive without the other.
“Mr. Ashton” leans against the wall in the hallway and the moment he sees me, he pushes off it, stalking toward me like a lion about to attack an innocent baby gazelle. Yeah, I am well aware I just went from awesome feline warrior goddess to a baby gazelle.
“What are you doing here?” he demands, the accusatory tone slamming right through me.
I stop, Cora and Macy at my side. All three of us seem to be momentarily blinded by both his attractiveness and that continued brazenness. I blink rapidly, downright baffled by this behavior. It was one thing to challenge me in class, but to wait for me afterward so he can yell at me? Who does that? It only takes a second for that stunned feeling to evaporate into one of indignation.
“Back off,” I snap, stepping forward in challenge. I almost can’t believe my fearlessness. I’ve always been so afraid of the bullies, so ashamed of my curse, my self-esteem weakened by something I couldn’t change no matter how hard I tried. I let the kids at my old school walk all over me to the point of graduating early and running away. But not today. Not with him. Something about this feels oddly different.
I glare up into his face, voice tight, “I don’t even know you.”