Lahat ng Kabanata ng Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Veronica looked alternately at Stephen, who was standing on her right, with Karl, who had just let go of his arms after ushering her in front of Stephen's mansion. She hated to say it, but she felt that these two people were treating her like a kindergartner who had just started her first day of school, with a father unwilling to let go of his only daughter (Karl as her father), and a kindergarten teacher trying to give affirmations to the father that his daughter was in the right place with his unconvincing words (and this role fell to Stephen).Indeed, compared to these two, she was just an ordinary human who did not have any special abilities like Clary Fray in Shadowhunters or Sabrina Spellman in Chilling Adventure of Sabrina. She was just a twenty-year-old woman, who has relied on her life with her prosthetic leg for the rest of her life, which just so happened to attract the attention of many supernatural beings into her life. Like Bianca Pedrosa, her best friend,

Karl arrived at Pedrosa's mansion for the umpteenth time. It seemed that every time he came to this place, it always followed with something unpleasant. Like Indri Pedrosa's death. Or Theodore, who almost lost his life if he did not come soon at the right time. And now, he had just received word from Erick that the last descendant of Berthold was killed by a sand-element dragon named Nicholas Southampton.His hands clenched into fists until his nails stuck in his palms. His jaw tightened for a moment, cursing Nicholas Southampton's actions that were out of bounds this time, luring his dragon aura to slowly escape around his body. Several times he tried to make calming movements so that he could control his anger and not destroy places that were not his opponent. He made sure to himself that he would kill the damn sand dragon named Nicholas Southampton with his own hands.

Chapter 55 Stephen could not calm his now noisy mind, filled with his desire to approach Nikki, who was now sitting in the living room looking around the living room with a pose that he thought was very cute. He repeatedly slapped himself on the cheek so he could remain calm and brought the lunch menu he cooked to welcome Nikki.Since he had visited Nikki's apartment the first time, he had noticed that the woman's kitchen contained only the basics and some fast food. His nose did not smell any traces of food ingredients, making him sure that Nikki had rarely cooked at home all this time. Or even worse, maybe the woman never set foot in the kitchen to cook.Therefore, as soon as Karl offered the idea of ​​bringing Nikki to his house so that the woman

Bianca immediately pushed Erna behind her, shielding the woman from being hit by Alec's attack, who moved like a doll, completely losing consciousness. It was as if someone was moving the man's movement, which was still covered in blood stains all over his clothes along with the body was covered in wounds from the man's battle with the dragon clan person, who was most likely a dragon. The man's movements were very fast for human standards since he could keep up with Erick's fighting speed, which was advancing to prevent the man from attacking Alec. While the old geezer, who was Alec's grandfather, stood frozen beside Karl, who was looking around as he was searching for someone's presence. She did not know who Karl was looking for, but all she cared about right now was the safety of the woman hiding behind her, while his eyes watched Erick and Alec's fast-paced fight some distance away from where they were. "Alec? That's Alec, right?" Erna tri

 Karl managed to track down the whereabouts of Nicholas, who was hiding near the entrance of the dungeon where the Pedrosa clan medical team worked, trying to escape from that place. Fatigue was evident over them, making him a little confused, but that did not stop the sand dragon from attacking some of Pedrosa's guards who were trying to catch them for breaking into Pedrosa's base. Strange. He remembered it very well that Nicholas was the type who thirsted for the battle to the point of being called by all supernatural beings as a cold-blooded fighting machine, carrying modified corpses as his puppets. But what he saw in front of his eyes right now was a dragon who was struggling to just stand up until they had to lean against the wall, contrary to what he had known so far. They did not bring their puppets as usual that accompanied them wherever they went as he had always done b