Dragons, a Dragon Stone, a king, a wizard, and magic! In the first book in this fully-illustrated series, 8-year old Drake is sna In the second book in this fully-illustrated series, Drake and the other three Dragon Masters Ana, Rori, and Bo continue their training.
But Ana's dragon, Kepri, i In this third book in the series, someone is trying to steal the Dragon Stone. Drake soon discovers that the thief is his friend and fellow Dragon Master, Bo! Could the dark wizard somehow be behind this? The Dragon Masters must find a way to protect It's time for the Dragon Masters to battle the dark wizard!
This series is part of Scholastic's early chapter book line called Branches, which is aimed at newly independent readers. With easy-to-read text, high-interest content, fast-paced plots, But when she arrives at the castle, she doesn't fit in right away. She's a know-it-all, and she doesn't even try to connect with her four-headed dragon!
Could the Dragon Stone ha The Dragon Masters have to save the prime Dragon Stone -- or they will lose their connections to their dragons forever! There are several puzzles The Dragon Masters have to track down the Lightning Dragon! But first, they need to find his Dragon Master -- a boy named Carlos. The Lightning Dragon shoots dangerous sparks of energy! Will Carlos be able to connect with his wild dragon? Or does a d Lalo was kidnapped by Eko -- Griffith's first Dragon Master.
Eko ran away with her Thunder Dragon, Neru, years ago. Now she's back and she wants to kidnap ever In the ninth book, a Dragon Master named Mina arrives at the castle. Everything there was frozen -- but Mina escaped! Only a fire dragon can In the tenth book in this series, Drake has a strange dream about a Rainbow Dragon trapped in a cave.
He wonders if the dream could be real Is the dragon trying to send for help? Griffith the wizard uses the magical Dragon Stone to find out more In the eleventh book in this fantasy series, the wizard Maldred is back! And Diego is under his dark spell!
Drake learns that Maldred wants to control the Naga -- an enormous dragon that lives deep within the Earth. Two keys are needed to control the In the 12th book of this fantasy series, Maldred is after the powerful Gold Key!
Drake and Rori travel to the lair of the Gold Dragon to help protect the key. There, they meet a new Dragon Master named Darma.
If dark wizard Maldred gets his hands on Pick a book. Grow a Reader! This series is part of Scholastic's early chapter book line, Branches, aimed at newly independent readers. With easy-to-read text, high-interest content, fast-paced plots, and illustrations on every page, these book Drake travels to a secret fairy world to save the Kingdom of Bracken!
With easy-to-read text, high-interest content, fast-paced plots, a Drake travels back in time to save a Dragon Master! Eko is in trouble! The dark wizard Maldred has trapped her with a powerful spell. I could hardly hear my screams, the fire roared so loud.
He shoved me over the saddle. I kicked and fought, but I started to fall off. When he mounted the dragon in front of me and the dragon lumbered off the ground and into the air, I righted myself and grabbed on to the Dragon Master out of some instinct for self-preservation.
As the ground receded, I searched the land for signs of family, of villagers, of horses… anything or anyone. There were a few people running around the village square, some racing for the hills. Even a couple horses pulling carts raced their way westward through town.
Suddenly, the air ripped and we were thrust into silence and whiteness. A few seconds later, the air ripped again, and we landed on a farm where it was hot… as hot as the fire had been, though the only fire was the yellow of the distant sun. The air was too thick to breathe. My first instinct was to run and hide in the forest, but the ground was flat and empty dirt for miles and miles.
Mountains scattered across the horizon, so far away it would take me days to reach them. I retched some more until the Dragon Master hooked a hand under my armpit and dragged me up to standing.
His voice was gruff, like the rough edge of a brick. He half-escorted, half-dragged me to a bench in front of the enormous stone house. I glanced down at my body, and I was shaking—huge and visibly.
My lips shook and my teeth chattered, even though I was hot, not cold. And then I thought of my family, of my village, and a high, keening cry threaded out from deep within my chest. Pain crushed my lungs and I could hardly draw breath. I clutched my arms around my torso and dropped to the ground. I rocked and cried, maybe for minutes, maybe for hours, until I gradually became aware of a woman speaking and pressing a cup to my lips.
I was parched, but I could not stop sobbing to drink what she offered. The Dragon Master grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. The woman pinched my nose shut and poured a foul-tasting liquid into my throat.
I spit up as much as I drank, but minutes later, everything went fuzzy and I sank into white oblivion. I slept in a large bed. I woke often to a young girl bathing me with cool water and ofttimes fanning me. It was hot—ever so hot. Every time I woke, she pressed a cup to my mouth and forced me to drink water, and since I always seemed to be parched, I did so greedily. And then I would reach for the teacup, the one full of awful-tasting liquid that would send me back to griefless oblivion.
Sleeping and waking, sleeping and waking. Days passed like this, maybe weeks—I had no idea how many. And then the girl started withholding the precious tea. I saw no one but her until the day she refused me any tea.
It was when I threw the soup across the room in defiance that the Dragon Master appeared. He picked up the bowl and I cringed, thinking he meant to throw it at me. I held my breath as he walked toward me. I braced myself for a blow, but he set the broken pieces on the table. He picked up the glass of water and pressed it to my lips. My stomach twisted so much I nearly threw up the water. His face was hard and weathered, but he seemed to only be of thirty-some years.
His hair was jet black and curly, and his eyes were a startling soft blue. I took comfort in their gaze for a moment, and then I remembered who he was.
My voice was emptied of emotion, but only because I had not the energy to allow myself to feel the pain that threatened to break inside me. With one eye fixed on the doorway, I braced myself for his wrath—and tried to figure out how I would escape past him and out the door.
I glanced out the window and longed for the mountains. It was hollow and low, a little gruff. I cleared my throat. I will train you, and then I will sell you. A woman trained by a Dragon Master will be bought into a rich house. You may wander the house as you like and come to the table for meals, but I must claim you before I leave for battle in two days.
He ignored my question and threw a pile of clothes at me. A whole month since my village had burned. I could hardly believe it. I craved the tea with my whole being, if only to ease the grief I felt. I still felt nauseous from my attempt to eat solid food at dinner, but Master Gresham had forced it into me.
She was neither kind nor unkind, although she did not speak with me. I sat on the bed and waited, knowing my duty, but fearing it with every fiber of my being. The window was open and the breeze was cool. Nights brought a chill, even though the days were unbearably hot. Every small sound made me jump. But when he entered, fear returned anew. I was taken aback. I crossed my arms across my chest and hugged myself. His eyes narrowed. He took a step toward me, and I lost all nerve. I backed into the nightstand and the washbasin crashed to the floor.
I refused to cry. My stomach shook within my torso. I tried to slow my breathing, but he seemed three times as big as me as he approached. I wanted to refuse, but I knew he was right. I had to do this, and the more I numbed myself, the better. I took the glass and swallowed the wine in one gulp. This time, he took the glass and set it on the nightstand.
I tried to get my trembling fingers to unbutton my dress, but they could not. I whimpered and turned away from him. I turned back to him helplessly. In a quick motion, he divested me of my dress. He pushed me forward and his hand slapped my bottom. I burst into tears and backed away from him again, but he grabbed my arm before I could step on the sharp pieces from the broken washbasin on the floor. My bottom stung, tingled, and itched. Tears flooded my eyes, and I tried to blink them away and compose myself.
Not that it would make much difference, but I feared him forcing me more than I feared our mating. Disobey me, and my correction will be swift and painful. The air had chilled as soon as the sunset, and my skin was covered with goosebumps. I shivered as I stood, and I wrapped my arms around my chest. He walked around me, not touching me, but his presence grazed ever so lightly across my skin, and I forgot my fear and hatred of him. He stopped in front of me, and I guessed his gaze was locked onto my breasts.
I stared at his boots, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed. When I did, he was looking at my face with those soft blue eyes of his, not at my breasts. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at him. I put my hands into the arms of the robe, and he pushed it over my shoulders. He reached over my shoulders and closed the robe, and I sucked in a breath. For a moment, his hands hovered in front of my chest. I ducked out from under his arms and darted to the window.
As soon as I saw the mountains lit under the stars, I longed for home. Grief overwhelmed me again, and I closed my eyes. I bowed my head, and tears dripped down my face. Marybeth — May 11, This is a collection of five books and a prequel. This author writes books with strict punishments and discipline. Master Gresham is there with his dragon and takes her away to her home. Lali is devastated and they keep her drugged for a while to let her heal. The tradition is that the dragon masters can claim any unmarried woman, but Lali does not want to be claimed.
But he claims her anyways. Lali fights him, but eventually they have a HEA. The discipline is this book is strict. Sierra and Lena are two of the seven girls who are going to be sold on the auction block. But before they can be sold, they are both claimed by Master Alek as tradition dictates a dragonmaster may claim any unmarried woman. They are brought back to his house, Lena to be his wife and Sierra to be her servant.
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