Blurb for Ivormantis, Dragons of Dragonose 3
When Dominic came to Earth to recuperate from a horrific injury, he never
expected to find his mate racing past him to seek sanctuary within his best
friend’s home. He also never expected that his tiny mate would be an Omega
Elf, or that every paranormal on Earth would be seeking her out for her blood.
Meldamiriel has been on the run for most of her life. The only person she can
trust is her best friend, Natasha, to keep her safe and help her hide.
However, when she gets to Natasha’s, she gets the shock of her life. She never
believed that she would find her mate, or that he would be a massive dragon
shifter who is hell-bent on keeping her safe and vanquishing all of her
enemies.
Both Dominic and Meldamiriel have a lot to learn about each other, and
Meldamiriel has, even more, to learn about herself. She’s not weak, not
anymore, and her enemies had better beware.
When Dominic came to Earth to recuperate from a horrific injury, he never
expected to find his mate racing past him to seek sanctuary within his best
friend’s home. He also never expected that his tiny mate would be an Omega
Elf, or that every paranormal on Earth would be seeking her out for her blood.
Meldamiriel has been on the run for most of her life. The only person she can
trust is her best friend, Natasha, to keep her safe and help her hide.
However, when she gets to Natasha’s, she gets the shock of her life. She never
believed that she would find her mate, or that he would be a massive dragon
shifter who is hell-bent on keeping her safe and vanquishing all of her
enemies.
Both Dominic and Meldamiriel have a lot to learn about each other, and
Meldamiriel has, even more, to learn about herself. She’s not weak, not
anymore, and her enemies had better beware.
Excerpt:
Dominic needed to lay down, or at least sit down and stay seated for a little while. Their trip back from Dragonose had truly taken a lot out of him, much more than he wanted to admit. However, he couldn’t bring his body, nor his dragon, to accept the rest right now. Not after just finding his mate and now having her in the same house as himself. He felt as if he were about to crawl out of his skin, his need to see his mate so profound. If only he could see her for a moment. He needed to know she was safe. He needed to know she was unharmed. And it was eating a hole in him not to know either. Earlier, Natasha acted way too quickly for him, rushing his mate into the castle and straight upstairs, out of sight, not even allowing him the chance to say hello to the beautiful creature let alone to catch her name.
His dragon, Ivormantis, itched to be set free to go hunt down his mate and claim her immediately. It was a rough struggle for him to keep the stubborn creature locked up within himself. But it was necessary. Otherwise, if he let the beast out now, he would never be able to fly ever again. The Raptorians had done a number on both him and his lifelong friend, Blain Barrymire, during their raid on Dragonose a few weeks ago. Both of his dragon wings were shattered to the point when he shifted into his human body, the injury transferred over to his spine, almost leaving him paralyzed. If it hadn’t been for some excellent health care, he might not be walking today. The bastards had stabbed Blain’s right eye out as well.
“You look like you could use one,” Blain stated, coming up behind him with an extra Scotch in his hand.
Dominic hadn’t even realized he had been staring out the huge bay windows gazing off into the darkness of the night. He smiled, gingerly taking the fragile glass from his friend’s hand. Though the good doctor who had seen to his injuries had warned him about drinking, one Scotch was nothing to a dragon. And in truth, tonight he could use it. It would help to settle his raging nerves and take the edge off of his pain; he was way past time for the next round of his pain medication and just hadn’t made it up to his room to unpack his things and find the pills. Plus, he had no intention of moving anywhere until he knew, at least, something about his mate.
They had scented the vampires nearby when they arrived at the castle. It wasn’t hard to guess they were the ones chasing after the small elf. Blain sent out several of his best guards to hunt the bloodsuckers down and bring them back for questioning. Dominic would personally see to it he was the one to run a stake through each and every one of their hearts if they were truly after his mate!
“It’s eating at you, isn’t it?” Blain questioned, following his gaze out into the night.
Dominic cocked his head slightly to the side, at least as much as his shattered spine would allow him to. “What?”
“The need to be near her and lay claim to her.”
He sighed, looking back out into the wide open. “It’s that obvious?”
Blain nodded.
Both men turned abruptly at the sound of the doors quietly opening, but to Dominic’s disappointment, only Natasha emerged through them. His dragon sulked deep within himself.
“I want to see our mate! Not her.” His dragon, Ivormantis, pouted at him.
“I know, I want to see her, too, but you need to be nice to Natasha. If it wasn’t for her, we might not be here. Then what would our mate do without us? Did you think of that?” He argued back to the stubborn creature within himself.
Ivormantis just huffed at him before curling up and sulking.
“How is she, my love?” Blain asked his mate, concern coating his voice.
Natasha hugged her arms closely to her body, her worried gaze shifting down to her shoes. What was she holding back from them? What was going on with his little elf mate? Ivormantis suddenly was standing back up, even in pain, taking keen notice of everything going on around them.
“There’s a lot more to Meldamiriel than what meets the naked eye. I was trying to explain the situation to you when she showed up. You see, Melda is a very rare breed of elf. She is an Omega Elf. A single being more powerful than any living creature known; nevertheless, a danger just the same. Her own kind wished to keep her locked away and protected from the world. And while she would be worshiped and revered, it is no life to have. Others wish to harness her powers for the ultimate weapon.” Natasha took a chance and glanced up at the two warriors standing in the room.
“What kind of Omega Elf?” Blain inquired. Dominic was grateful for him asking questions since his own tongue had seemed to forget how to work.
“She controls all four elements and is a shapeshifter. She’s able to shift into any animal she wishes to.”
There was one question which had yet to be asked, and Dominic desperately needed to hear the answer, no matter how bad it was.
“Why…why did she show up in the state she is in?” He couldn’t help choking on his words because he feared the answer.
Natasha looked over at him, biting her lower lip for a moment. She paused, wondering how Dominic would handle hearing the truth. “Because she was running from a clan of vampires. Their leader, Alec Bullock, is nothing but a cold-hearted bastard. I’ve dealt with him and his clan before. Alec craves nothing but strength and power, and he’ll do anything to succeed in achieving what he wants most. And right now, he wants Meldamiriel.”
“They attacked her?!” Fury raged inside of him at this statement.
Concern for his injuries had Natasha quickly trying to calm this big dragon shifter warrior down. “Dominic, please calm yourself. Meldamiriel is fine; she’s stronger than you think. You need to relax before she sees you, you’ll frighten her. She’s very skittish around larger people, especially men.” But as she stated this, Dominic’s eyes were no longer on her. They seemed to be locked on something behind her. His body started to lose some of its tension as he took a slight step forward before quickly stopping again. She turned to see Meldamiriel half hiding behind the cracked door.
“Natasha?” Meldamiriel called out wearily, her big, worried eyes locked onto Dominic’s large frame as he stared at her. One look at the huge man standing next to Natasha’s mate and Meldamiriel didn’t know what to think. He was good looking; there was no doubt about it. He was just so big! She knew he had to stand well over six foot. But it was those gorgeous hazel eyes and strong jaw causing her to catch her breath. His eyes gave her the impression he wanted to eat her for dinner, and she didn’t want to be on the menu tonight.
Natasha and Blain exchanged glances and then looked back and forth between Meldamiriel and Dominic for a moment. Both dragon and man sensed she was scared and leery on making her next movement as his hungry eyes watched her way too close for comfort.
Natasha was the one to make the first move. Quickly making her way over to her best friend and gathering her in her arms, Meldamiriel clung to her friend for dear life as they slowly made their way into the room and back over to the two men. All the while, Natasha whispered to her calmly that she had nothing to fear and that she was perfectly safe here in Blain’s castle. Nothing would get her, and no one would harm her or frighten her.
“Melda, this is my mate, Blain Barrymire.” Natasha introduced lightly, gesturing to the man with a patch over his eye.
“It’s nice to meet you, Meldamiriel,” Blain said with a kind smile, giving her a slight nod of the head, knowing a handshake might put her over the edge, and not wanting to do anything to frighten the wee elf any more than what she already was.
Meldamiriel nodded back as well. “It’s…it’s nice to meet you too.” She replied shakily.
“And this big guy here is Dominic Mantasillion.” Again, Natasha came across very light-hearted and gentle, while carefully turning a tightly clinging Meldamiriel to face Dominic. The tiny elf trembled in Natasha’s arms as she came to face the large dragon shifter. Sadly, she had heard a few too many horror stories about dragons eating elves, though she had always hoped they were just stories, something which truly didn’t happen in real life. Then again, vampires were supposed to only exist in books and yet they were whom she was running from at the current moment.
Ivormantis sensed her fear towards him and his human half and urged Dominic to be very careful in handling her.
“You dare to frighten her away, or so much as mark her perfect skin with the tiniest scratch, and your spine will be the least of your pain you have to worry about dealing with.” Ivormantis threatened deeply, his stern voice rumbling with his warning.
“I would never even dream of laying a harmful hand on such a beautiful and fascinating creature,” Dominic growled back inwardly, being careful to keep all signs of his difficulties hidden within so as not to spook her. At the rate he and Ivormantis were going at it, he feared Ivormantis losing his temper and trying to force his way through. He was sure that would truly scare the living daylights out of his mate.
Ever so gently, Dominic took Meldamiriel’s tiny hand in his much larger one and bent slightly to kiss the back of her fingers. It was only a whisper of a kiss, to show she had nothing to fear from him. The pain shooting down his spine was excruciating, but it was well worth it when he glanced up to see one corner of her mouth trying to turn up.
“I bet her smile is magnificent!” Ivormantis declared.
Dominic smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Meldamiriel.”
Meldamiriel blushed deeply at his formal conduct. After all, here she was, just a small elf living her life on the run. A mighty dragon warrior such as himself shouldn’t even be thinking about her. She couldn’t help looking up to her best friend for guidance on what to do at this moment in time. She wasn’t a socialized person, one of the prices she had to pay for being who she was. In situations like this, it caused her no little amount of stress when she wasn’t sure what to say or do next.
“You must be hungry,” Dominic stated, as he stood straight. “I know I’m starved.”
Meldamiriel’s eyes widened as a look of horror crossed over her features. Turning, she tugged on Natasha’s shirt sleeve until she bent down to her level. “Do they still eat elves?” She whispered into her friend’s ear.
Natasha glanced up at Dominic, clearly seeing Ivormantis was getting anxious and difficult for Dominic to keep under complete control. She tried not to laugh. The longing, burning look in Dominic’s eyes for her friend spoke volumes and was clearly visible. Oh yeah, he’d eat this little elf, just not in the same way she was thinking.
“No, Melda, he won’t eat you; at least not that way,” Natasha murmured with a smirk, thinking about what all the big dragon would like to do to her tiny friend.
Meldamiriel’s eyes widened even more as she began to shake. “You mean they actually still do eat us?!” She turned her horrified eyes over to Dominic, causing him to stumble at the distress he saw in her.
Natasha sighed deeply. At one time, Meldamiriel loved to crack jokes all the time, back before her life became complicated. Obviously, this wasn’t the time and place for any kind of jokes.
“No, Melda, dragons don’t eat elves; that was a myth started long ago to scare children. That’s all.” Natasha stated this out loud as to help Dominic understand what was going on. He looked to Meldamiriel as if he wished to say something to help soothe her, but wasn’t sure what. Natasha stepped in for him once again. “Dominic was just merely asking you to join him in eating dinner.”
“Oh,” Meldamiriel breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to look up at Dominic and seeing the worried look which had taken up residence in his features had her feeling guilty. “I’m sorry, Dominic.”
Dominic needed to lay down, or at least sit down and stay seated for a little while. Their trip back from Dragonose had truly taken a lot out of him, much more than he wanted to admit. However, he couldn’t bring his body, nor his dragon, to accept the rest right now. Not after just finding his mate and now having her in the same house as himself. He felt as if he were about to crawl out of his skin, his need to see his mate so profound. If only he could see her for a moment. He needed to know she was safe. He needed to know she was unharmed. And it was eating a hole in him not to know either. Earlier, Natasha acted way too quickly for him, rushing his mate into the castle and straight upstairs, out of sight, not even allowing him the chance to say hello to the beautiful creature let alone to catch her name.
His dragon, Ivormantis, itched to be set free to go hunt down his mate and claim her immediately. It was a rough struggle for him to keep the stubborn creature locked up within himself. But it was necessary. Otherwise, if he let the beast out now, he would never be able to fly ever again. The Raptorians had done a number on both him and his lifelong friend, Blain Barrymire, during their raid on Dragonose a few weeks ago. Both of his dragon wings were shattered to the point when he shifted into his human body, the injury transferred over to his spine, almost leaving him paralyzed. If it hadn’t been for some excellent health care, he might not be walking today. The bastards had stabbed Blain’s right eye out as well.
“You look like you could use one,” Blain stated, coming up behind him with an extra Scotch in his hand.
Dominic hadn’t even realized he had been staring out the huge bay windows gazing off into the darkness of the night. He smiled, gingerly taking the fragile glass from his friend’s hand. Though the good doctor who had seen to his injuries had warned him about drinking, one Scotch was nothing to a dragon. And in truth, tonight he could use it. It would help to settle his raging nerves and take the edge off of his pain; he was way past time for the next round of his pain medication and just hadn’t made it up to his room to unpack his things and find the pills. Plus, he had no intention of moving anywhere until he knew, at least, something about his mate.
They had scented the vampires nearby when they arrived at the castle. It wasn’t hard to guess they were the ones chasing after the small elf. Blain sent out several of his best guards to hunt the bloodsuckers down and bring them back for questioning. Dominic would personally see to it he was the one to run a stake through each and every one of their hearts if they were truly after his mate!
“It’s eating at you, isn’t it?” Blain questioned, following his gaze out into the night.
Dominic cocked his head slightly to the side, at least as much as his shattered spine would allow him to. “What?”
“The need to be near her and lay claim to her.”
He sighed, looking back out into the wide open. “It’s that obvious?”
Blain nodded.
Both men turned abruptly at the sound of the doors quietly opening, but to Dominic’s disappointment, only Natasha emerged through them. His dragon sulked deep within himself.
“I want to see our mate! Not her.” His dragon, Ivormantis, pouted at him.
“I know, I want to see her, too, but you need to be nice to Natasha. If it wasn’t for her, we might not be here. Then what would our mate do without us? Did you think of that?” He argued back to the stubborn creature within himself.
Ivormantis just huffed at him before curling up and sulking.
“How is she, my love?” Blain asked his mate, concern coating his voice.
Natasha hugged her arms closely to her body, her worried gaze shifting down to her shoes. What was she holding back from them? What was going on with his little elf mate? Ivormantis suddenly was standing back up, even in pain, taking keen notice of everything going on around them.
“There’s a lot more to Meldamiriel than what meets the naked eye. I was trying to explain the situation to you when she showed up. You see, Melda is a very rare breed of elf. She is an Omega Elf. A single being more powerful than any living creature known; nevertheless, a danger just the same. Her own kind wished to keep her locked away and protected from the world. And while she would be worshiped and revered, it is no life to have. Others wish to harness her powers for the ultimate weapon.” Natasha took a chance and glanced up at the two warriors standing in the room.
“What kind of Omega Elf?” Blain inquired. Dominic was grateful for him asking questions since his own tongue had seemed to forget how to work.
“She controls all four elements and is a shapeshifter. She’s able to shift into any animal she wishes to.”
There was one question which had yet to be asked, and Dominic desperately needed to hear the answer, no matter how bad it was.
“Why…why did she show up in the state she is in?” He couldn’t help choking on his words because he feared the answer.
Natasha looked over at him, biting her lower lip for a moment. She paused, wondering how Dominic would handle hearing the truth. “Because she was running from a clan of vampires. Their leader, Alec Bullock, is nothing but a cold-hearted bastard. I’ve dealt with him and his clan before. Alec craves nothing but strength and power, and he’ll do anything to succeed in achieving what he wants most. And right now, he wants Meldamiriel.”
“They attacked her?!” Fury raged inside of him at this statement.
Concern for his injuries had Natasha quickly trying to calm this big dragon shifter warrior down. “Dominic, please calm yourself. Meldamiriel is fine; she’s stronger than you think. You need to relax before she sees you, you’ll frighten her. She’s very skittish around larger people, especially men.” But as she stated this, Dominic’s eyes were no longer on her. They seemed to be locked on something behind her. His body started to lose some of its tension as he took a slight step forward before quickly stopping again. She turned to see Meldamiriel half hiding behind the cracked door.
“Natasha?” Meldamiriel called out wearily, her big, worried eyes locked onto Dominic’s large frame as he stared at her. One look at the huge man standing next to Natasha’s mate and Meldamiriel didn’t know what to think. He was good looking; there was no doubt about it. He was just so big! She knew he had to stand well over six foot. But it was those gorgeous hazel eyes and strong jaw causing her to catch her breath. His eyes gave her the impression he wanted to eat her for dinner, and she didn’t want to be on the menu tonight.
Natasha and Blain exchanged glances and then looked back and forth between Meldamiriel and Dominic for a moment. Both dragon and man sensed she was scared and leery on making her next movement as his hungry eyes watched her way too close for comfort.
Natasha was the one to make the first move. Quickly making her way over to her best friend and gathering her in her arms, Meldamiriel clung to her friend for dear life as they slowly made their way into the room and back over to the two men. All the while, Natasha whispered to her calmly that she had nothing to fear and that she was perfectly safe here in Blain’s castle. Nothing would get her, and no one would harm her or frighten her.
“Melda, this is my mate, Blain Barrymire.” Natasha introduced lightly, gesturing to the man with a patch over his eye.
“It’s nice to meet you, Meldamiriel,” Blain said with a kind smile, giving her a slight nod of the head, knowing a handshake might put her over the edge, and not wanting to do anything to frighten the wee elf any more than what she already was.
Meldamiriel nodded back as well. “It’s…it’s nice to meet you too.” She replied shakily.
“And this big guy here is Dominic Mantasillion.” Again, Natasha came across very light-hearted and gentle, while carefully turning a tightly clinging Meldamiriel to face Dominic. The tiny elf trembled in Natasha’s arms as she came to face the large dragon shifter. Sadly, she had heard a few too many horror stories about dragons eating elves, though she had always hoped they were just stories, something which truly didn’t happen in real life. Then again, vampires were supposed to only exist in books and yet they were whom she was running from at the current moment.
Ivormantis sensed her fear towards him and his human half and urged Dominic to be very careful in handling her.
“You dare to frighten her away, or so much as mark her perfect skin with the tiniest scratch, and your spine will be the least of your pain you have to worry about dealing with.” Ivormantis threatened deeply, his stern voice rumbling with his warning.
“I would never even dream of laying a harmful hand on such a beautiful and fascinating creature,” Dominic growled back inwardly, being careful to keep all signs of his difficulties hidden within so as not to spook her. At the rate he and Ivormantis were going at it, he feared Ivormantis losing his temper and trying to force his way through. He was sure that would truly scare the living daylights out of his mate.
Ever so gently, Dominic took Meldamiriel’s tiny hand in his much larger one and bent slightly to kiss the back of her fingers. It was only a whisper of a kiss, to show she had nothing to fear from him. The pain shooting down his spine was excruciating, but it was well worth it when he glanced up to see one corner of her mouth trying to turn up.
“I bet her smile is magnificent!” Ivormantis declared.
Dominic smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Meldamiriel.”
Meldamiriel blushed deeply at his formal conduct. After all, here she was, just a small elf living her life on the run. A mighty dragon warrior such as himself shouldn’t even be thinking about her. She couldn’t help looking up to her best friend for guidance on what to do at this moment in time. She wasn’t a socialized person, one of the prices she had to pay for being who she was. In situations like this, it caused her no little amount of stress when she wasn’t sure what to say or do next.
“You must be hungry,” Dominic stated, as he stood straight. “I know I’m starved.”
Meldamiriel’s eyes widened as a look of horror crossed over her features. Turning, she tugged on Natasha’s shirt sleeve until she bent down to her level. “Do they still eat elves?” She whispered into her friend’s ear.
Natasha glanced up at Dominic, clearly seeing Ivormantis was getting anxious and difficult for Dominic to keep under complete control. She tried not to laugh. The longing, burning look in Dominic’s eyes for her friend spoke volumes and was clearly visible. Oh yeah, he’d eat this little elf, just not in the same way she was thinking.
“No, Melda, he won’t eat you; at least not that way,” Natasha murmured with a smirk, thinking about what all the big dragon would like to do to her tiny friend.
Meldamiriel’s eyes widened even more as she began to shake. “You mean they actually still do eat us?!” She turned her horrified eyes over to Dominic, causing him to stumble at the distress he saw in her.
Natasha sighed deeply. At one time, Meldamiriel loved to crack jokes all the time, back before her life became complicated. Obviously, this wasn’t the time and place for any kind of jokes.
“No, Melda, dragons don’t eat elves; that was a myth started long ago to scare children. That’s all.” Natasha stated this out loud as to help Dominic understand what was going on. He looked to Meldamiriel as if he wished to say something to help soothe her, but wasn’t sure what. Natasha stepped in for him once again. “Dominic was just merely asking you to join him in eating dinner.”
“Oh,” Meldamiriel breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to look up at Dominic and seeing the worried look which had taken up residence in his features had her feeling guilty. “I’m sorry, Dominic.”
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