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Chapter 22
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2026-05-06 10:19:56
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The shadows found the gate.And now they’re coming.The hatchling’s words hung in the sanctuary like a death sentence. The air itself seemed to freeze, thick and unmoving, as though the mountain held its breath.No one moved. No one spoke. Even the hatchlings had gone silent, curling tightly against their mothers while the shattered sanctuary walls still bled trails of black smoke.Vaelrion stood directly in front of her, a living shield of scales and fire. His arm remained locked around her waist, holding her close as though the shadows might reach for her again at any moment. Dragonfire flickered beneath his skin, casting faint gold light across the dark veins spreading slowly across his chest where the shadow had struck him.And gods— That terrified her more than the prophecy.“You’re hurt,” she whispered.“I am alive,” he answered.“That’s not the same thing.”His jaw tightened, the only sign he’d heard her.Across the sanctuary, the silver hatchling whimpered, her small body trem
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The sanctuary erupted into chaos the moment the hatchling screamed.Dragon guards surged forward in a blur of steel and scales, wings snapping open as they formed a protective ring. Healers shouted over one another, their voices cracking with panic as they scrambled to reinforce wards that flickered like dying stars. Hatchlings huddled beneath shimmering shields, their frightened cries echoing off the stone walls.But none of it compared to the horror twisting beneath the silver hatchling’s skin.Dark smoke writhed under her scales—alive, shifting, pulsing like a second heartbeat. It crawled through her veins in jagged bursts of black light, as though something ancient and starving had awakened inside her tiny body.Something wrong.Something older than dragons.“The shadows are inside her!” a healer shouted, voice breaking.Vaelrion didn’t walk. He didn’t run.He crossed the sanctuary in a single breath.Predator.King.Dragon.Power detonated from him in a violent shockwave, rattlin
Bound To The Dragon Who Dreamed Of Me Chapter 62
Sleep stopped feeling safe after the hatchling returned. Not because Lyra feared the palace, but because every time she closed her eyes now, she dreamed of shadows.They moved strangely. Wrong. Not fully solid, not fully alive. Wolf shapes twisted beneath darkness while hollow eyes watched her from endless black corridors that smelled like ash and dead magic. And somewhere inside the nightmare, something whispered her name.Queen. Gate. Mine.Lyra woke violently. A gasp tore from her chest as moonlight spilled silver across the chambers and cold sweat clung to her skin. Immediately, Vaelrion woke too. The bond snapped awake hard enough to ache—fear, sharp and instinctive.His arms wrapped around her before she fully realized where she was. Warm. Protective. Home. “Lyra.” The roughness in his voice grounded her instantly. She buried her face against his chest, trying to steady her breathing while the nightmare clung to her like smoke.“You’re shaking.” “I know.”Vaelrion sat up beside
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The hatchling trembled violently, tiny silver scales flickering beneath the sanctuary firelight as healers wrapped her in thick blankets near the center chamber. Her wings twitched every few seconds, fear radiating so sharply through the sanctuary that even the stone walls seemed to hold their breath. And gods—she couldn’t have been older than six.Lyra stood silently beside Vaelrion while dragon mothers crowded the outer halls, weeping with a mixture of relief and terror. The returned hatchling’s mother had nearly collapsed the moment she saw her child alive. That alone nearly broke something inside Lyra.“She keeps repeating the phrase,” one healer murmured. Vaelrion’s expression remained carved from stone. “Has she said anything else?” “No, my king.” A pause. “She appears frightened of shadows.” Cold silence settled heavily through the sanctuary.“The wolves are feeding the shadows.” The phrase echoed again inside Lyra’s mind. Not the wolves serve the shadows. Not the shadows are a
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The palace no longer slept after the hatchlings vanished. Lyra noticed it immediately. Guards doubled through the endless halls. Dragons moved quicker now. Sharper. Conversations lowered the second she approached. Fear settled over the mountain kingdom like smoke after fire. And gods— That terrified her more than anger ever could. Because fear meant desperation. And desperate people made dangerous choices. Lyra stood near the nursery balcony overlooking the lower eastern sanctuaries while dragon mothers clutched frightened hatchlings close beneath glowing protective wards. Tiny dragons. Small enough to fit against someone’s chest. The sight alone made her stomach twist painfully. “This wasn’t random.” Vaelrion’s voice came low behind her. Lyra turned slowly. Her mate looked exhausted. Not physically. Soul-deep exhausted. Dark shadows rested beneath gold eyes while tension stretched tightly beneath his skin. He hadn’t truly rested in days. “No,” Lyra whispered softly.
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The throne room smelled like blood. That alone was enough to push Vaelrion dangerously close to violence. Dragon guards lined the obsidian chamber walls while stormlight flashed through towering palace windows and tension crackled heavily through the kingdom itself. The message had spread quickly. Too quickly. Return the queen to wolves. The words burned through Vaelrion’s mind like poison. Not because they threatened him. Because they reduced Lyra into property again. Something to exchange. Claim. Possess. And gods— that mistake would cost someone dearly. “They are escalating deliberately.” Tharok stood beside the war table reviewing reports while several dragon commanders spoke quietly nearby. “They want instability.” “No,” Vaelrion answered coldly. Gold flickered dangerously behind his eyes. “They want fear.” The room fell silent. Because everyone could feel it now. Something larger was moving beneath the surface. Not random wolves. Not isolated resentment. Organized. Planne
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