Taken (Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) (Dragon Princes Of Endor Book 1) Read Online Free

before him. I love to see the look in his eyes when I do that. I sniff. He hasn't shit himself. I laugh at his wide-eyed shock. 
    "Yes?" I ask. "What is so important that you interrupt my fighting practice?
    "Prince, please, come with me," Gizmel says in a breathless voice. I follow the little man up a winding staircase in the high tower overlooking the kingdom until we come to his laboratory. His cauldrons bubble. I sniff the air; it smells of shit in here. Disgusting.
    "What?" I bark.
    He hurries to scything pool and moves his hands through the air. I see a scene of the Org army; their bodies erupt from a pit of mud. They crawl out to be armored and join the growing mass of repugnant forms that make up the brutish legion. I frown. I've known this was coming for some time.
    "They are amassing a great army. What do you have to tell me?"
    Gizmel flicks his hand over the pool and mutters something about his spell. "Here, look. We previously believed they only had one giant. But see those pits hold dozens of such giants."
    "Damn," I say. "I thought we had more time. I will go make hilock with the princess now. She must bond with a prince so we have a king and queen. We cannot wait any longer."
    I turn to go, but Gizmel yells behind me. "Wait. Your majesty. You cannot force the princess into hilock. It will not work if you do. She must freely bond with you, or the power will not flow through either of you. Please. Be gentle with this female. She is our only hope."
    I smash my fist against the stone wall, sending hairline fractures through the rock. Gritting my teeth, I turn to him. He is right, but he should not have the impudence to question his prince. I want to knock his tiny face out the high window, but slowly, my blood cools. I sigh.
    "You are right, Gizmel. I will not force the princess. But how do I convince this weak little woman that she must make hilock with me?"
    "That, sire, I cannot help you with."
     
     
     

Chapter Five-Dani
    I peer between the slats in the lattice-covered window. Below, I can see what appears to be a medieval-type castle. Weird. I can see men fighting with swords in some kind of arena before Trav joins them in the ring.
    He is a foot taller than all of them, and the width of his body seems huge by comparison. Trav whips out a glowing longsword and fights all fifteen men without even getting winded. The men below look like freaky elves, but they are human-sized. Trav is obviously stronger than dozens of the smaller ones.
    Then Trav looks up, and I watch his expression change. He's irritated. But suddenly something happens that nearly makes me shit my pants. The huge elf man is replaced by the body of something that can only be described as a dragon. Holy shit. The creature flies up to the second floor and turns back into Trav, clothes and all.
    I gasp and back away from the window. My heart is going like gangbusters in my chest, and I think I'm about to faint again. Clancy looks up at me from where he's lying on the bed. Clutching my heart, I stumble over to the bed and lean against the thick post, trying to catch my breath.
    It must be a nightmare, I tell myself. My head spins and blackness clouds my vision. I need to find a way out of here. My broken mind can't take it.
    Visions of the war swim across my consciousness. I see the broken bodies of children littering the street. A woman moans and cries as she clutches the body of a little girl. I want to vomit, and I hold my stomach as I sit down on the bed next to Clancy.
    As I begin to get my breathing under control again, my door swings open. Trav, the dragon, stands before me, and I pass out.
    When I open my eyes again the first thing I see is Trav's emerald colored eyes glaring down at me. I scramble back, panicked, and I press my back against the headboard.
    "Why are you frightened?" he asks. "Did no one ever tell you who you are?"
    "I'm a photojournalist from Idaho," I spurt out. "I don't know what is going on here. I don't understand why