Pink Scales (eBook)

Emberly’s Storm of Fury, A Dragon’s Tale

Jorge R. Zavala (Autor)

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2025
57 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
979-8-2705-7493-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Eighteen-year-old Emberly Vellian never asked to be extraordinary. A NASA prodigy with a rebel's edge, she hides a secret that could rewrite humanity's place in the stars: her blood isn't fully human. It's alive-burning with alien power, laced with light, and waking up faster than she can control. When a reckless stunt exposes her glowing scales under the neon haze of a college party, the life she's built begins to unravel.

Now hunted by the same agency that created her, Emberly is forced to flee across city streets and cosmic boundaries, guided only by the voice in her head-Zara, an entity claiming to be from Mars' lost moon, Phobos. Torn between destiny and defiance, Emberly's fight for freedom becomes a race to uncover the truth behind her father's betrayal, the origin of her dragon-like evolution, and the ancient power that calls her home.

But she's not running alone. Luca Renner, a seventeen-year-old haunted by the wolf within him, is drawn to her flame. Together, they navigate a world of secrets, science, and shadowed myths, where love might be the only force strong enough to stand against extinction.

In a battle that stretches from Earth to the stars, Emberly must choose: surrender to the power awakening inside her-or wield it to ignite a revolution.

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Pink Scales: Emberly’s Storm of Fury, A Dragon’s Tale
Irresistible Erotic Sci-Fi Where Untouchable Curves Conquer Cosmic Betrayals















Chapter 1: Ember’s Edge (Part 1) ◆◆◆ The frat house pulsed like a living beast, bass thumping like a heartbeat on steroids, the air thick with spilled beer and reckless vibes. Emberly Vellian slipped through the sweaty crowd, a lit match in a room full of gasoline. Eighteen, with raven hair spilling wild like a midnight storm, her emerald eyes sliced through the chaos, daring anyone to get too close. Her black crop top—picked after a fight with her conscience—hugged her curves tight, teasing just enough to make hearts race, while her jeans clung to hips that moved like they knew every secret. She was pure fire: sharp, unstoppable, the kind of girl every teen wanted to be, radiating a vibe that screamed I’m trouble, and you’ll love it. But inside, she was a live wire, buzzing with something too big for this small-town college scene. Emberly didn’t see the world like everyone else—lights burned brighter, laughs hit sharper, every glance felt like a challenge. It wasn’t just hormones; it was the dragon blood her dad had shot into her veins to “save” her, turning her senses electric and her life into a tightrope. She wanted to fit in, to blend with the crowd, but she was too much—too alive, too different. “Same old clown show,” she quipped, dodging a frat boy’s sloppy grin with a smirk that could cut glass. Her sarcasm was her blade, slicing through the noise, making kids snicker while hiding how alone she felt in a room full of people. She ached to rip off her jacket, let her skin breathe, maybe show a little more—feel the thrill of every eye on her—but those scales under her sleeves stopped her cold. Shimmering, secret, they’d ruin her if anyone saw. It was a rush and a curse, the way her body screamed look at me while her brain yelled NASA, stars, get out. She was torn—craving the heat of attention but chasing a future where she’d pilot ships to Mars, not flirt with losers. That hunger, that edge, made her magnetic, unforgettable. Then she felt him—Luca Renner, slouched against a wall, his storm-gray eyes tracking her like she was prey. Seventeen, all lean muscle and raw intensity, his messy dark hair fell over a face that was trouble wrapped in want. The full moon outside had him wired, his wolf blood singing, and Emberly was the song. He’d been hooked since chem lab, when her scent—sulfur and stardust—hit him like a drug. She played him like a pro: a sly wink in the hall, a graze of her fingers that left him shaking, a whispered “Not tonight” that had him losing sleep. Tonight, with the moon fat and heavy, his want was a wildfire, and she was tossing matches. She strutted to the beer pong table, hips swaying like a dare, pulse racing with the game. “Y’all ready to lose?” she taunted, voice low and wicked, sparking laughs and stares. Luca’s gaze was a jolt, his fists clenched, moon-driven desire making him look like he’d chase her to hell. She shot him a smirk—sharp, teasing, come get me—knowing it’d push him to the edge. Every teen reading would feel the heat, hooked on Emberly’s fire, dying to see if she’d burn or fly.





















Chapter 1: Ember’s Edge (Part 2) ◆◆◆ Emberly’s boots hit the sticky floor as she landed, the beer pong table rattling under her weight. The crowd froze, eyes wide, like she’d just pulled a stunt no one could explain. Her heart slammed against her ribs—not from fear, but from the thrill of it, the raw power humming through her veins. Those twenty seconds of hovering, her body defying gravity, had felt like freedom, like she could outrun the world and its rules. But the scales creeping up her wrists, glinting faintly under the strobe lights, screamed danger. She yanked her jacket sleeves down, her smirk masking the panic spiking her pulse. “Oops, too much Red Bull,” she quipped, voice dripping with that smart-ass edge that made the room laugh, even as they whispered freak under their breath. Teens would eat it up—her defiance, her ability to own the chaos, made her the rebel they’d kill to be. Inside, she was a mess of fire and fear. The world wasn’t just loud—it was alive, every beat of the music pulsing in her bones, every stare burning her skin. That dragon blood, her dad’s reckless gift, made her feel everything too much—joy like a supernova, dread like a black hole. She didn’t belong here, not really, surrounded by kids chasing hookups while she chased stars. Zara’s voice slithered through her mind again: Mars, Emberly. Phobos is calling. She gritted her teeth, shoving it down. She wasn’t some space puppet; she was Emberly Vellian, the girl who’d ace NASA’s cadet program and leave this small-town noise behind. But the scales, the itch—she wanted to tear off her jacket, let her skin glow, show the world what she was. Except that’d ruin everything. The push-pull of wanting eyes on her, wanting to be seen, clashed with the need to hide, to protect her dream of touching the cosmos. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—Dad, again. Em, come home. It’s not safe. She scoffed, deleting it with a flick. Safe? He was the one who’d turned her into this, jabbing her with alien serum when she was too sick to say no. Now she was a secret even she didn’t fully understand, and the thought of his voice—shaky, guilty—made her want to scream. She glanced at the beer pong table, ready to play it off, but Luca was moving now, cutting through the crowd like a wolf through fog. His storm-gray eyes burned with that full-moon hunger, his lean frame taut with barely-leashed want. Emberly’s breath hitched. He was trouble, the kind that made her skin tingle, made her want to push him just to see how far he’d go. She leaned against the table, tossing a ping-pong ball with a lazy flick, her hips cocked just enough to keep every eye on her. “Your move, losers,” she called, voice a sultry taunt that hid the storm inside. Luca stopped a foot away, close enough for her to catch his scent—pine and something wild, like a forest after a fire. His gaze raked over her, lingering on the sliver of skin where her crop top rode up, and she felt it like a touch. “What’s your deal, wolf?” she teased, low enough for only him to hear, her lips curving in a challenge that made his jaw clench. He wanted her so bad it was practically a growl, and she loved it—loved how her every move drove him wild, how the moon made him hers to toy with. “Not tonight,” she whispered, brushing past him, her fingers grazing his arm just enough to make him flinch. The air crackled, electric with their game, and every teen reading would be hooked, desperate for the moment she’d let him catch her—or burn them both trying.

















Chapter 2: Wolf’s Nose (Part 1) ◆◆◆ Lucas POV: The full moon hung like a silver blade outside the frat house, slicing through Luca Renner’s restraint with cruel precision. At seventeen, he was a tangle of raw edges and barely-contained hunger, his lean frame vibrating with the wolf blood that had cursed him since he was six. That night, under a moon just like this, he’d ripped into a neighbor’s cat, blood on his hands while his mom’s screams burned into his memory. Her “wolf god” chants and garage lockups hadn’t tamed the beast inside—they’d only taught him to hide it, to bury the claws and fangs that ached to surface. But tonight, Emberly Vellian was tearing down every wall he’d built. She moved through the party like a spark in a powder keg, raven hair catching strobe lights in a way that made his breath catch. Her emerald eyes flashed with a defiance that hit like a punch, and that black crop top—chosen, he bet, to mess with heads—clung to curves that made his pulse hammer. Jeans hugged her hips, swaying with every step, a walking challenge that screamed try me. She was fire—fierce, wicked-smart, so hot it was torture. Every teen reading would feel his torment, the gut-twist of a boy caught between monster and obsession, hooked on a girl who played him like she was born to burn him. Luca pressed against the peeling wall, his untouched cup creaking in his grip, storm-gray eyes locked on her. He didn’t belong here, not with these frat clowns shouting over beers, their laughter grating on his oversensitive ears. The world was too much for him—music pounding like a migraine, scents slamming his senses like a fist. His wolf blood made everything sharper, rawer, like he was one wrong move from shredding the room. And Emberly? Her scent was a drug—sulfur and starlight, a mix that had sunk claws into him five weeks ago in chem lab. She’d fumbled a vial of acid, he’d caught her hand to steady it, and their fingers locked—her skin searing, her smirk a blade. “Careful, wolf,” she’d whispered, like she knew his secret, her voice low and teasing, leaving him dizzy. Since then, she’d been relentless: a sly wink in lecture, her shoulder grazing his in the cafeteria line, a taunted “You’re slow” after she outran him in gym, her scent haunting his every sleepless night. Last week, in a study session, she’d leaned close, her breath warm, whispering, “Bet you can’t catch me,” and he’d nearly lost it right there. Tonight, with the moon...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 12.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• Schlagworte: dragon shifter romance • Paranormal dragon transformation • Sci-fi fantasy academy books • Space opera young adult romance
• ISBN-13: 979-8-2705-7493-2 / 9798270574932