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    Dragon's Fire: Novellas 1, 2, & 3
    Dragon's Fire: Novellas 1, 2, & 3
    Dragon's Fire: Novellas 1, 2, & 3
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    Dragon's Fire: Novellas 1, 2, & 3

    By Danielle Kazemi

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    When dark creatures begin attacking...dragons rise.

    New Breed

    Annabel Wells stumbles across a dark creature known as the Unseen which feasts upon the energy of humans. Before she is attacked, a young man comes to her rescue, breathing fire. She soon finds herself befriending a group of dragons while dodging the attacks of the Unseen.

    Awry Plans

    Crispin had the perfect plan for introducing Annabel to his lifestyle: let her work alongside them for a while before making sure she was ready. Yet he never counted on Perry, another man, to make his move on her. Now he realizes he has to speed up his plan if he wants it to work.

    Talon or Steel

    While dragons and knights may not always agree on things, there seems to be something both Crispin and Perry have in common: Annabel. Neither one wants the other to be with her. When Perry challenges Crispin to a duel, the only way for one to win is for the other to die.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDanielle Kazemi
    Release dateOct 24, 2012
    ISBN9781301156412
    Dragon's Fire: Novellas 1, 2, & 3
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    Danielle Kazemi

    Danielle Kazemi is the author of the YA series Dragon's Fire, The Fire Journal, and The Phoenix Token. She's a native from south Louisiana and spends her day balancing between kids and writing.

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      Dragon's Fire - Danielle Kazemi

      Chapter 1

      What kind of loser calls his girlfriend an hour before they're supposed to go out – just to break up? Annabel Wells asked over her cell phone. She couldn't believe her boyfriend did this. They dated for eight months and he didn't give her a logical reason for this phone call.

      She paced around her room, dressed for the nice evening they planned earlier this week. Her high heels were on, perfectly matching the rest of her outfit. Now she began realizing she would be showing up at the party single. This was excellent. It was exactly what she needed.

      Yeah well, why don't you do the whole world a favor, crawl up your ass, and die? Annabel yelled into the phone before clicking it off vehemently. She threw the phone on her bed, disgusted from the conversation. She made a face at it and turned away.

      She walked over to her mirror and examined herself. Even though it felt good having him out of her life, it still hurt Annabel to be dumped. Especially by someone like him. She splashed some water on her face to get the red out of her eyes. It didn't work. The best option she had was to put some makeup on and act cheerful. She gave a fake, half-hearted smile to herself which dropped off abruptly. She didn't like this.

      She walked into the living room. June, her roommate, sat on the couch and stared at the television. Annabel knew she heard the entire conversation. She never watched reality shows. So that was fun, Annabel opened up the conversation, plopping herself on the couch as well.

      It sounded pretty rough, June stated looking over at Annabel. She didn't want to say anything but Annabel's make-up started running down her face.

      You'd think after eight months he'd at least have the decency to break up with me face to face. I could even hear music in the background. I wouldn't put it past him to have his friends listening in. The more she thought about him, the angrier she became. At this point, she wanted to slam his head into something.

      I never knew what you saw in him. He didn't seem like your type.

      Annabel rolled her eyes. June was right. In the past few months, Annabel thought about dumping Greg but never got around to doing it. She was the one dumped instead. Her ego felt bruised more than anything else. I need a drink, she said standing up from the couch and heading into the kitchen.

      I don't think there's anything in there.

      Ugh, Annabel said in frustration. She grabbed a glass and turned on the faucet for some water. She wanted something, anything. Swigging it down, she slammed the glass forcefully and hung her head.

      You want to go out right now? We can get to the club early and you can start getting good and drunk.

      Both girls laughed. That probably wasn't the best thing to do in the current situation. Besides, if anyone got drunk, it'd probably be June. She was more outgoing than Annabel by quite a bit.

      I don't think getting me drunk is the best thing. But a few drinks might be great, Annabel said looking at the clock in the living room. The time she spent on the phone slipped her attention. Now an entire hour passed since the original phone call took place; an hour of her life which could be struck out.

      We'll find you a cute guy, June said grabbing her keys from off the holder.

      My definition of cute. I don't want any guy who has more piercings than me.

      Your definition of a cute guy really limits your options.

      I'm serious. I'm tired of meeting a guy only to find out he's a complete loser. I want someone who's adventurous, someone who's deep, and yeah, really cute.

      You made an oxymoron. June walked towards her car, smiling as though it would change Annabel's night. She hated seeing her friend depressed.

      That's harsh, Annabel said, following. It wasn't that she was being picky. Dating the same type of guys got old. It ended the same way every time. If this cycle didn't end soon, she'd have to give up on ever finding her perfect man and join a convent. She probably wouldn't. Maybe she could become a cat lady instead. Cats always loved their owners.

      June drove over towards their favorite hangout. It was a small club located on the east side of town. It was more a bar then a club, created on the location of a former chain restaurant with the drive thru still intact. The owner of the bar allowed local artists to hang their drawings and come perform, which made it one of the trendier spots in town.

      Annabel threw her head back in her seat. I don't want to go to Dancing Aces.

      What's wrong with Dancing Aces?

      Let's try something else tonight. I don't want to go where people know me and then I'll have to answer the question, 'So where's Greg?' with 'Oh he dumped me claiming I was a stuck up girl, Annabel complained. She also had a feeling Greg would show up there anyway wanting to rub their broken relationship in her face. He knew it was her favorite place to hang out and he would want to ruin whatever fun she could possibly have.

      June knew it was useless arguing her point. Besides, the one dumped picked the place she wanted to go. That was the rule.

      Where were you thinking of going?

      Um, Annabel said lazily looking out of the window, There. A grungy looking place, it was the last spot she expected to see someone like Greg. He couldn't walk through the door without being intimidated. Him and all his artsy buddies were too busy discussing Rembrandt or some other well-known artist, laughing when she asked questions. She grew angry again.

      The Jungle? Seriously? June went in there a few times but as a general rule, she shied away from the place. It wasn't the most welcoming club in the city.

      Why not?

      It just doesn't seem like a place you'd want to go. Dancing Aces seemed more in keeping with her friend’s attitude. Maybe she could convince her to go somewhere else.

      I'm not me tonight. So let's go somewhere people don't know who I am so I can just cut loose and have some fun. She planned on drinking until tomorrow. It didn't matter much where they went.

      That was a valid point. Maybe a change would be for the best. Let's see how the new Annabel Wells behaves on her first night out. Her debut.

      The night didn't go quite as well as Annabel wanted. Instead of finding her perfect man, her roommate June instead found them a whole group of guys which were almost exactly like her last boyfriend. The drinks kept coming and before long, empty glasses surrounded Annabel. She didn’t even know for sure which ones were hers.

      I'm gonna...home, Annabel told June, her head already pounding. It was probably around two or three in the morning. She wished she brought her phone with her to know what time it was exactly. She left it on her bed at home.

      June waved at her friend while she remained almost conjoined with one of the guys she found earlier. At that moment, Annabel could have changed into a giant frog and June wouldn't notice. This was typical June behavior, especially when it came to guys.

      Annabel felt certain the club existed close to the house. It might have only been two blocks away. Maybe five blocks away. She knew, when she saw the red building, to turn left. Those were good enough directions for her.

      Oh so I'm not good enough for you? You know what Greg, you were lucky to even be seen with me, she repeated out loud to herself. She wished she held her phone with her right now. She would call Greg and tell him how breaking up was the best thing ever.

      As she walked down the street, she heard something move behind her. She heard the rustling, hesitating to turn around. She didn’t know what she’d find behind her. She turned around, expecting to see maybe June coming behind her or even a cat. There was nothing. I must really be drunk, Annabel said. She began feeling uneasy about this entire situation.

      The noise happened again. It was the same rustling sound as before. This time she knew she heard it. She turned around once more only to see nothing. June? she asked. If her friend was there, she didn’t respond. Annabel really hoped it was an animal nearby. She could deal with an animal.

      Annabel heard the noise once more, this time much closer to her. She turned to her right hesitantly. She wasn't sure if she actually wanted to see what came close to her. But her curiosity kicked itself into overdrive.

      A dark shape appeared next to her, seeming to encompass the her entire field of vision. She couldn't make out any discernible features. It appeared to just be a clump of darkness growing rapidly. She turned and started running towards her house. Her best option was to get home as quickly as possible and hopefully it would stop the thing from coming after her. Or she could alert someone to stop it. Either way, she didn’t feel adequate enough to deal with it.

      Instead, the darkness chased her. It came close to the edges of her heels and gained as much speed as possible. She felt the slight breeze emanating from it as it continued speeding towards her.

      Annabel ran as fast as she could. Her right foot tripped over one of the raised edges of the sidewalk and she fell down, hard. The dark shape hovered over her, almost seeming as if it was about to bear down on her.

      Who are you? she asked looking at the dark shape looming. She wanted to know who this person or thing was. It had to be someone or something she could reason with. She closed her eyes tight. Maybe when she opened them, it would all be a dream.

      She opened her eyes. The figure remained in front of her, as menacing as before. Nothing changed.

      The darkness seemed to grow taller and more intense. A large dark spike formed, hanging directly over her body. Just as it started curving at the top as if to drop upon her, a stream of fire came from behind. She wasn't sure exactly what happened and who she should be more afraid of.

      Chapter 2

      Annabel tilted her head back against the sidewalk. A dark clothed and haired man stood nearly on top of her; his stance firm. He shot flames at the dark creature in an effort to drive it back. Her first reaction was he looked pretty nice. She should be running but nothing connected mentally. She checked out of reality once the creature came after her.

      He checked to make sure she was okay with a quick glance. Her eyes seemed glazed over. She might have hit her head before he showed up.

      Lifting her head closer towards him, she wasn't sure where he shot the flames from. A stream of flame came from his mouth and attacked the darkness with the same intensity as before. She had her answer. This was the craziest drunk dream she ever experienced. She blamed June for it.

      The dark shape seemed to absorb the flames. The flames would either directly hit the darkness or they would hit against the side of the building. Scorch marks appeared on the bricks.

      The flames appeared to do little to no damage on the creature. Annabel saw small places where the darkness seemed to be less powerful when she looked closer. That must have been caused from the fire hitting the creature.

      The darkness attacked the man. It pushed him backwards with a great force. The man's body flung against the side of the building and crashed into it hard. He created a crater when he slammed hard into the bricks. Annabel moved closer to help him but she saw him stand up from the attack unfazed. He pushed the darkness backwards to Annabel's direction with more blasts of fire.

      Annabel felt the edge of the darkness brush against her body. It felt colder than anything she knew of. The darkness pushed past her and tugged at her arm. She fought and freed herself by wringing forcefully, struggling against her captor with the advantage. She looked down at where the darkness grabbed her. A large gash ran up the upper portion of her arm, clearly visible even in the dimly lit streets. The darkness scratched her when it pulled her. She never felt pain before in one of her dreams. Maybe she wasn't having one. She felt utterly confused.

      You're not going to hurt anyone tonight, the man said to the darkness as he launched himself forward. He saw the darkness attack Annabel. This is what he wanted to avoid. His hands struck the shape and began ripping chunks of darkness from the larger shape, flinging them about easily. This was a battle both fought before. There were no surprises on either side when it came to their tactics.

      She positioned herself to the side of the sidewalk away from the action. She wasn't sure what was happening but it seemed this man knew what he did. She would ruin whatever he planned if she got involved. Common sense dictated she should run but she wanted to see the outcome. It wasn't every day one got the chance to see something like this happen. It would be an interesting story to tell June later.

      The darkness picked up the man from the ground. It hoisted him into the air and suddenly dispersed itself and allowed him to fall – hard. It gathered itself once more after it accomplished the deed. The whirling forces gathered more momentum as it remained in place.

      Her hand went to her mouth as she looked at the man lying on the ground. She didn’t feel confident he lived after the last attack. That fall looked like it would have knocked him out. It knock her out certainly. She’d be on the ground and hoping not to get stepped on. She hesitated before moving towards him. She saw him slowly pick himself off the ground and onto his feet.

      The man shook his head regaining his balance. You're going to regret doing that to me, he said licking his lip. A small trickle of blood dropped from it onto his chin.

      The darkness swirled around. Annabel swore she heard the creature laughing from within its dark entity. She blinked her eyes to make sure she was still awake. This night began getting a lot weirder as it went on.

      A stream of fire came from the mysterious man's mouth. The flames made contact with the darkness but seemed to be absorbed. Nothing else was burnt from the flames. The darkness released its own stream of dark energy towards the man. It knocked him off his feet and against the wall once more.

      Are you okay? Annabel asked before she caught herself. She wanted to not talk at all. It would be best if she could fade into the background and let him handle everything. She probably messed up all of his plans with one statement.

      I slammed against a wall and left a crater. Yeah, I'm fine, the man said sarcastically as he stood up. He narrowed his eyes. The darkness he fought was no longer visible. He stepped away from the wall and looked further down the street. There was no sign of it. There never was. The darkness escaped quickly when it knew someone could destroy it.

      Did you see where it went? he asked Annabel as he continued looking around. She may have seen something he missed. The night seemed darker than he remembered, more foreboding. The creature could’ve blended into almost every dark alleyway around here.

      Annabel looked around. She couldn't see anything out of the normal but she didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings while the fight went on. I don't see anything, she said moving out from her hiding spot. Hopefully she didn’t need to worry about being attacked again.

      I was worried about that. Did it hit you? the man asked walking closer to Annabel. He looked around to see if anyone else saw what happened. He preferred operating without anyone else interfering. Already one girl seeing him knocked his worry into another category.

      She shook her head. She didn’t feel like revealing her arm to him. I didn't get hit. Are you sure you're okay? Your lip's bleeding. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a napkin from the club. She pressed it against his lip.

      He pressed his own fingers against the napkin as she pulled hers away. They briefly touched for a moment. It's not too bad. I can still walk. He couldn't say the same for her. She looked like a train wreck on two legs. It was obvious she got scared because of what happened, or at least he assumed that much. She certainly didn’t act normal.

      So, she said with hesitation in her voice, Whom can I thank for saving me from that attack? She tried pulling it off as coyly as possible. She couldn't be certain, but she believed half of her words were slurred. If he understood her at all she would be impressed.

      My name's Crispin, he said extending his hand with the napkin in it. He grabbed the napkin with his other hand and shoved it in his pocket. He gave a lopsided grin.

      I'm Annabel, she said shaking his hand. She felt herself leaning more on it to maintain her stability. Of all the ways she envisioned meeting someone who saved her life, this certainly didn’t cross her mind.

      Do you need me to call you a cab or a friend to come get you? He wanted to make sure she was safe from another attack. The sooner she got somewhere with people, the safer she would be. The darkness preferred not to draw attention to itself.

      Annabel pointed at a red building further down the street. I was heading home. I live behind that red building.

      Oh, he told her looking in that direction, In that case, let me walk you home. He didn't trust her making it back on her own. Especially not with the creature still roaming the streets.

      That would be nice. She grabbed onto his arm, pressing herself close to him. He smelled nice. His clothes were clean and gave off a hint of vanilla. That was the best smell in the world.

      As they walked down the street, Annabel asked Crispin, When did you move into the neighborhood?

      How do you know I haven't lived here long?

      You don't have an accent. If you'd been here for a few years, you'd have picked up an accent by now. She tripped on a sidewalk crack, stopped by Crispin's grasp before landing face down upon it.

      He laughed. You busted me. I've only been here for a month or two. A few of my friends and I moved down here for a change of scenery. He helped guide her over another crack without a trip this time.

      I'm sure fighting dark monsters counts as a positive change in scenery. Okay, see that house right there? That's mine. Well, actually only the top half. It's a duplex. And it's a rental. Annabel began feeling tired. The walk to her house took longer than she expected.

      The two walked to the front of her house. Crispin waited for her to unlock the door, his eyes constantly checking the perimeter. Do you live with someone else? he asked when he noticed the dark house she was entering. He didn’t feel secure she should be staying alone especially after the attack on her earlier.

      It's fine. My roommate is going to be back soon. Probably. I don't know, Annabel said with a laugh thinking about June. June was most likely hooking with up someone as they spoke.

      He glanced at the dark house once more. He felt obligated not to leave her completely alone in there. Do you have a phone?

      I have a cell phone.

      Crispin pulled out the same napkin as before and scribbled his number down on it. I don't have any paper – sorry about that. Here’s my number. If you see any dark shapes coming after you, call it. It's very important.

      Thanks, she said looking at the phone number. She stared at the paper. Her brain felt frazzled and couldn’t recognize what numbers they were. She didn’t even feel sure they were numbers. One looked like a bunny.

      Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit off, he said looking at her. Her eyes blinked erratically and she needed to lean against the wall for support.

      She nodded. I need some sleep. Only a little sleep. It was great meeting you tonight. She flashed a smile.

      Okay then. Be safe and call if dark shapes start attacking you. He turned and walked back to the sidewalk. As soon as he turned the corner, Annabel closed the door and locked it.

      Walking up the stairs, she plopped herself down on her bed. Something

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