Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (thriller novels to read txt) 📕

And like the air and wind, Inger was quick and constantly changing her path at a second’s notice. The little red female seemed to breeze through life and any challenges that came our way. I’d never seen her get really upset about anything we dealt with, she just continued to move forward, just like the wind.

Uffe, on the other hand, was serious, grounded. His power was related to the earth, and he was able to draw pieces of soil from the ground and throw them at his opponent. Unlike his sister, flying hadn’t come easy to him, which made sense considering his powers were rooted in the earth below his feet. He’d been the last of the dragons to learn to fly, and even now he preferred to walk or ride on Kas’ shoulders rather than fly ahead with Inger and Blar.

I shook my head silently as I thought about everything that had happened to me over the past few months. Barely any time had passed, and yet my entire life was changed.

I’d found out I was able to hatch dragons, an ability it seemed nobody else shared, and I could also control them and feel their emotions. I’d never been magical, so this had been quite a shock, especially since I’d stumbled upon the knowledge by accident. I’d been trying to cook Blar’s egg to eat when he’d popped out of it.

Since that moment, everything I thought I knew had been questioned.

On top of finding out about my own powers, I’d also found Kas and Asta. I’d bonded with the two of them, and I loved them both incredibly dearly. They were my women and my partners, and they were as fierce as any warriors I’d gone to battle with before.

Eira and I had yet to bond, but I secretly hoped she might come to me one day and request we do so. My soul bond with Kas and Asta made our relationship that much more intense. It gave me a hold over them, and I also felt a duty to protect them. I was able to experience the emotions they were feeling, especially their pleasure when we were intimate. I’d never experienced something so powerful, and I wanted to experience it with Eira as well when the time came.

“What do you think we should name her?” Asta asked with a smile, and her sweet voice drew me out of my own thoughts.

“Oh, why don’t we let Eira pick,” Kas suggested.

“Me?” Eira asked, and she leaned back slightly. “I don’t know how good I’ll be at picking out names. I can try, though.”

“Yes, I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Asta smiled so big her eyes became just slits with happy crinkles around them. “Eira hasn’t got to name a dragon yet.”

“You two named these?” the redhead asked as she gestured to the twins.

“We did.” Kas nodded. “It’s funny, Rath seems to be accumulating dragons at nearly the same rate he’s accumulating women.”

“What do you mean ‘accumulating women?’” Eira asked, and she narrowed her eyes seriously. “I haven’t been accumulated by anyone.”

“Oh, I just meant--” Kas backtracked, but Eira interrupted her with a laugh and a playful swat on the arm.

“I’m teasing you,” the redhead chuckled. “Rath does seem to be accumulating them.”

“It must be my cute dragons,” I joked. “They’re drawing you all in.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely it,” Kas giggled.

“No, it’s not.” Asta frowned and shook her head. “We love you, Rath. You mustn’t say such things.”

“He’s joking,” Kas explained with a shake of her head.

“Ohhh, yes, that’s right.” Asta nodded. “I sometimes forget your meanness is playful.”

“Hey, I wasn’t being mean,” I laughed.

“Well, it wasn’t nice,” the white-haired elf girl countered.

“Asta,” Eira said, and she tilted her head to the side curiously. “How do elves tease each other?”

“We do not.” Asta blinked.

“You don’t play around at all?” the redhead pushed. “To make someone laugh maybe?”

“Hm.” Asta’s white eyebrows furrowed together as she thought. “There is one thing. My parents and I would do it before they died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Eira frowned.

“It’s okay.” The elf girl smiled and shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“Well, what’s the thing?” Kas asked.

“It’s called pranke,” Asta explained. “It’s where you convince someone of something that is not true, or maybe place something in an area where it will startle them.”

“You play pranks on each other?” Eira asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s pronounced pranke,” Asta said.

“No, I get that,” the redhead laughed. “In Asgard we call them pranks.”

“That’s a funny word for it,” the elf girl said.

“It’s so close to your word,” Kas laughed.

“Yes, but my word sounds better.” Asta shrugged.

“Alright, alright, your word is better,” the strawberry-blonde conceded with a smile, and then she turned to Eira. “So, what’s her name going to be?”

“Hm.” Eira reached her hand out to the dragon on my shoulder, and the little yellow female sniffed it before scurrying across her arm.

“I think she likes you,” Kas chuckled as the little dragon crawled behind Eira’s long red hair and curled around her neck. Her little head was visible on one side of Eira’s throat, and her tail was on the other. She nestled against the redhead’s skin and closed her eyes as her tail swished back and forth happily.

“She certainly made herself comfortable,” Eira said, and her body was stiff from the shock of how quickly the little dragon had claimed a piece of her to use as a bed.

I tapped into the little yellow dragon’s emotions, and I could feel how incredibly content she was laying against Eira. She was soaking in the redhead’s warmth, but there was something else.

I closed my eyes as I continued to focus on the little dragon’s feelings. I didn’t experience them so much in