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Chapter 37

작가: Athena David
last update 게시일: 2026-04-08 16:36:22

The battlefield had not yet settled when the air split open.

Ash swirled violently, drawn upward as if the sky itself were inhaling. The remnants of shattered crystals glowed faintly beneath Elara’s boots, their dying energy pulsing like fading heartbeats. Verath stepped in front of her instinctively, his body shielding hers, flames already licking along his forearms.

Then the ground cracked.

A jagged line of violet light tore across the plains, and from it rose a towering mass of shadow
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  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 54

    The aftermath of the council meeting left the Obsidian Spire unusually tense. Guards doubled their patrols, mages reinforced wards, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with unease. Even the volcanic winds carried a sharper bite, as if Ashenrealm sensed the coming storm. Elara stood in the inner courtyard before sunrise, her breath misting in the cool air. The ground beneath her feet still bore scorch marks from previous training sessions. She closed her eyes, reaching inward, searching for the steady pulse of her magic. Silver light flickered faintly along her palms, but beneath it, she felt something darker, something she had been trying to ignore. “You feel it too,” Verath said, stepping into the courtyard. She opened her eyes. “There’s another layer to my power. Ever since the attack, it’s stronger. But it doesn’t feel mine entirely.” Verath’s gaze hardened. “Veyrathis’ magic touched the battlefield. It may have awakened something buried in your bloodline.” Elara swallow

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 53

    The morning sun struggled to pierce the ash-laden sky over Ashenrealm. Smoke drifted lazily from the edges of the Shattered Vale, the distant mountains still trembling from the night’s chaos. Word of Veyrathis’ strike had spread swiftly through the kingdom, stirring fear among nobles and whispers among commoners. The Obsidian Spire, once a symbol of unchallenged power, now felt the weight of looming war. Elara stood in the grand council chamber, Verath at her side. Around them, the most trusted nobles, mages, and generals of Ashenrealm had gathered. Their faces were masks of concern, some tinged with envy, others with outright fear. “The attack… how did it happen?” Lady Mervina, head of the council of mages, demanded, her voice trembling with controlled anger. “The defenses were supposed to be impenetrable!” Verath’s jaw tightened, golden eyes flashing. “It was not a breach of walls, but of perception. Veyrathis’s magic is cunning. He tested us, gauging our response and marking wea

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 52

    The night air hung heavy over Ashenrealm, thick with the scent of molten stone and ash drifting from the Obsidian Spire. The kingdom slept uneasily, unaware that a predator had already breached its outer defenses. Elara stood on the balcony of the Spire, her training robes clinging to her, the faint glow of her healing-dragon magic shimmering along her wrists. Her heartbeat was steady, but alert; she could feel a tremor in the air, a pulse of darkness she had learned to recognize. “They’ve come,” Verath said, appearing silently beside her. His golden eyes glimmered with a mixture of fury and calculation, the dragon within him stirring like a caged storm. “Veyrathis is testing us. Not with words, but with fire and shadows.” Elara’s hands tightened around the balcony railing. “How many?” “More than we expected,” he replied, his voice low, steady, controlled. “Scouts report several dozen moving through the Shattered Vale. Their magic is dark-tainted.” The distant peaks shook faintly

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 51

    Ashenrealm’s training grounds were alive with the hum of magic, the blackened stones of the Obsidian Spire glowing faintly beneath a pale morning sun. The air smelled of molten rock and ash, and the distant volcanic peaks seemed to pulse in resonance with the energy flowing from Elara and Verath. “You will push beyond limits today,” Verath said, his voice low and commanding. His golden eyes traced every twitch of her body as if he could read her thoughts. “Not only your power, but your control. If your magic falters, it will consume you.” Elara swallowed. She had felt herself grow stronger over the past weeks, the bond with Verath solidifying her strength, but the tension in her chest reminded her that mastery was far from complete. “I won’t fail,” she said, though the words carried the weight of truth and doubt alike. The exercise was deceptively simple. A series of ethereal constructs, phantoms conjured by Verath’s dragon magic, rose from the ground, writhing like smoke in humano

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 50

    Dawn broke over the Obsidian Spire in molten streaks of crimson and gold, casting the castle’s jagged silhouette across the blackened rivers below. The air smelled of ash and ozone, remnants of the volcano’s nightly breath. Elara stood at the highest balcony, the wind whipping her hair around her face, the gown of last night replaced by simple black training robes lined with faint gold threads. “Today begins your true test,” Verath’s voice rumbled from behind her. His golden eyes were sharp, unyielding, and full of an intensity that always made her pulse race. His dark tunic clung to his frame, every muscle coiled like a panther ready to strike. The dragon within him flickered, restless, reacting to the rising heat of her own power. “I’m ready,” Elara said, though a part of her still trembled. This was more than physical training. This was learning to wield the magic in her blood without losing herself, without letting the shadows inside take hold. Verath stepped closer, his presen

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 49

    The echoes of applause still clung to the walls of the Obsidian Spire, fading into murmurs as nobles and emissaries retreated to their chambers. The moonlight spilled across the obsidian floors, painting everything in silver and black, highlighting the smoke curling from the volcanic spire above. Ashenrealm had witnessed an unprecedented sight tonight: the Dragon King and the Dragon-Bonded Healer, united in blood, magic, and choice. Yet, as much as the castle shimmered with celebration, shadows stirred. Elara lingered near the platform where the ritual had been completed. Her gown, once radiant in molten-gold embroidery, now hung loosely, the silk edges catching the firelight like embers. Her fingertips traced the faint magical markings left by the ritual across her wrists. Every pulse reminded her of Verath’s presence, of the dragon within him, and of the bond they had forged. “You’re quiet,” Verath said, stepping out from the shadows of the doorway. His golden eyes glimmered in th

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 16

    The night was heavy with smoke and ash, the sky a bruised mixture of purple and black as if the heavens themselves mourned Ashenrealm’s fragility. The courtyard had barely recovered from Malakar’s assault. Stones lay cracked, torches flickered weakly, and the scent of burnt magic lingered, bitter a

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 15

    Ashenrealm’s night was heavy with ash and foreboding. The Obsidian Spire loomed over the jagged mountains like a blackened sentinel, molten rivers casting a faint glow across the twisted cliffs. Every stone seemed alive, vibrating with a pulse that resonated through the air, warning of the storm ga

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 13

    Morning came slowly to the Obsidian Spire, though the sky never truly brightened. Ash drifted in slow spirals outside the tall windows, turning the light to a muted gray. Elara had barely slept. The echo of last night’s bond still lingered in her chest, warm and steady, like a second heartbeat she

  • The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire   Chapter 14

    The night had grown heavy over Ashenrealm, thick with ash and tension Elara’s hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her cloak, the glow from the molten rivers below casting flickering shadows across the Obsidian Spire’s walls. The city was eerily quiet, as if holding its breath, waiting. Vera

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