เข้าสู่ระบบWHAT IS PAIN?WHAT IS ANGUISH?Amaren felt both tear through her heart as she ran toward Merakkai.For a moment, the earth seemed to tilt beneath her feet and she crashed to the ground. She forced herself back up almost immediately, barely registering the impact.There was no room for physical pain. Not when her heart was already breaking.As she reached Merakkai, still on his knees, a broken cry escaped her."No..."She dropped beside him, and he finally let go, collapsing into her arms. Blood spilled from his mouth, staining her chest as her entire body trembled."No!" she cried, pulling his upper body onto her thighs. "Please..." Her voice broke.Hashemii stood over them like a deranged beast, the bloodied sword still clutched in his hand.The field had fallen deathly silent.Even the dragons were quiet.Everyone knew Hashemii was ruthless. They knew he was capable of cruelty.But this...This was something else. This was an abomination!Merakkai's eyes slowly found Amaren. A faint
VAELORA stopped before Andronikos and the great dragon lowered his head until it was almost the same level with hers, his golden eyes fixed steadily on her. For a moment she simply stared at him, then she reached beneath the fold of her combat pants and pulled out a small dagger. Draekon’s gaze followed every movement she made, his heart thudding in helpless concern.She placed the blade on her palm and dragged it across, a sharp sting shooting through her hand as blood gathered. She pressed both palms together, smearing the blood across them before placing her hands against her belly.She whispered an inaudible chant for some seconds, until a faint glow began to shine through her belly. Everyone watched, completely stunned.Then, she raised her hand toward the sky and started the spell for the Power Surge."Bahamut, Deus Ignis, procede."'Bahamut, God of fire, emerge.'"Terra sub pedibus meis et caelum super caput meum hodie testantur."'The earth beneath my feet and the sky above
VAELORA and Hashemii stared at each other as the place fell silent around them.Draekon tried the mindlink again, only to realize she had blocked him out. She must have done it from the very beginning. It was the only reason he hadn't felt their bond and had believed she was already long gone.And Andronikos... Draekon was certain the dragon hadn't been anywhere near the Royal House minutes ago.Blasted moon!What had Vaelora done?"AnDROnikoS!" Draekon snapped, the dragon's name tumbling from his lips like fire.He was furious. Andronikos should have known better. No matter how far over her head Vaelora was with whatever reckless plan she had come up with, he had trusted the dragon's first instinct to be protecting her.And protecting her meant getting her as far away from Iron-Vale as possible."Hashemi!" Vaelora called out, her voice cutting through the silence.Everyone looked amongst themselves, unsure what she was about to say or do. "I will give you what you have come here fo
JUST BEFORE they headed out, Zayn appeared, looking quite disheveled. Draekon eyed the injury on the side of his head and frowned."Andronikos gave me a hard time," Zayn explained. "But they've safely left for Shadow Fang," he supplied.Draekon nodded. Of course, they were gone. He could no longer feel Vaelora or Andronikos within.Next, he led the way outside.Indeed, the Royal House had been completely surrounded. If they hadn't been under attack, he might have admired the flawless formation.Several dragons hovered above the rooftops, arranged in a wide circular formation that covered the entire estate. Others formed another imposing formation above the Ignarion Army gathered across the fields.Draekon's jaw clenched.They must have infiltrated the Royal House through the hunting grounds, while the rest had flown in on their dragons after tearing down the protective spells and sigils along the kingdom's borders.He wasn't entirely surprised. Hashemii had a rogue sorceress like Cers
WITHIN MINUTES, the House of Veylor descended into chaos. The war wasn't supposed to begin for another day and a half. Yet Hashemii's army had already breached the territorial boundary and launched an attack in the dead of night.The sentinels raced through the estate, ensuring that the noble-born children and Ladies were safely escorted through one of the escape routes into the Lunar Sanctum.The magic barricade surrounding the Lunar Sanctum ensured enemy forces couldn't breach it. While panic spread through the royal estate, Andronikos and the other dragons from Ignarion filled the night with thunderous, restless growls.Inside their chambers, Draekon swiftly threw on his pants and tightened the metal plate holding his swords and knives round his waist. He remained bare-chested. Werewolves rarely wore full armor into battle. It only got in the way of shifting.Vaelora had also hopped down the bed and threw on a pair of combat pants, slightly discombobulated. How hadn't they envis
REBEKAH wheeled Khol'an through the familiar corridors of the dungeons, a bit unprepared for what laid ahead. But Khol'an had requested it. She knew it was going to offer him some form of closure.As they approached the particular dungeon where Luna Marion was, she signaled one of the sentinels who had accompanied them to take Khol'an through the rest of the way, while she stood in wait by a corner. She didn't want to look at the woman. Didn't think she could bear to. She couldn't forgive her for all the horrible things she had done against Khol'an. The sentinel wheeled Khol'an and came to a stop just in front of the dungeon where Luna Marion sat with her head hung low, and back against the wall.She wasn't unkempt or haggard. If anything, she looked... empty.The moment she caught whiff of the familiar scent of her son, she slowly raised her head. Her gaze pinned on Khol'an's blank face and she shivered internally.He looked well. Healthy--the one thing she had never let him be.
VAELORA had her eyes stuck to the book on her thighs, consuming its contents as her hand leisurely made its way into Draekon's full mass of hair. Almost immediately, she realized herself and pulled away. "Why?" Came Draekon's sleepy voice. She sat frozen on her side of the bed, looking dow
DRAEKON stared down at Vaelora. "Any more questions?" He asked. "None for now." Tonight was the first time she had seen Draekon talk at length. He usually never said more than a few words, and she was still trying to get used to the new development. "Alright then." He released a deep si
BY MORNING, Zentrakii’s palms had broken badly. The needles created several open sores, and some of them bled lightly. Still, with heavy eyes, she didn't stop stitching. While Zayn slept peacefully on his bed, Zentrakii was busy stitching up the remaining clothes belonging to the sentinels and
FEELING REFRESHED, Zentrakii walked down the hallway, heading back to Zayn's chambers. Per his instructions, she had stayed back at the servants' quarters the entire day, finally able to get some reasonable sleep, after nights of sleeping on the floor of Zayn's chambers. When she got to the







