All Chapters of Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101 – Council of FlamesThe summit felt different in the light of day. The fires of battle had long faded, but the echoes remained in every scorched stone and fractured pathway. Rowan stood at the center of the gathering, her cloak brushing over dust and ash, eyes scanning the assembly of clan leaders that had come together. Azeriel was beside her, his posture straight, shoulders squared, yet even he seemed weighed down by the lingering tension.“We need to establish the council today,” Rowan began, her voice calm but carrying over the murmurs. “The Fire Source is stable for now, but stability will not last if we leave leadership scattered and divided.”From the crowd, a tall warrior from the Stoneclaw clan stepped forward, arms crossed. “And who decides the roles? Who gets the greatest influence? Our people fought just as hard as yours.”Rowan met his gaze without flinching. “We all fought,” she said evenly. “But this council is not about prestige or dominance. It’s about kee

Chapter 103 – Shadows Among UsThe summit was quieter than usual that morning, but the stillness carried its own weight. Rowan moved through the training grounds, observing fighters sparring, their movements precise, controlled. Her eyes, sharp and alert, caught a subtle shift in the shadows—gestures exchanged between two warriors that didn’t belong to the lesson.She approached them quietly, footsteps soft against the stone. “Kai, Jaren,” she said, her voice calm but carrying authority. “I need a word.”The two froze. Jaren’s hand hovered near his belt, and Kai’s eyes darted nervously. “Of course, Rowan,” Kai said, keeping his tone steady, but something in it betrayed tension.Rowan led them away from the others, to a quieter terrace overlooking the mountains. She faced them squarely. “I’ve noticed your movements. The way you’ve been signaling, the times you step away from training… explain.”Kai swallowed. “We… we were coordinating with scouts. Checking patrols, ensuring nothing get

Chapter 105 – Forging Bonds The morning air at the summit was crisp, carrying the scent of burned earth and fresh pine. Rowan stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as allied warriors drilled in small groups. The sunlight highlighted the scars on the mountain, reminders of what they had endured.Azeriel approached, his expression tight but steady. “Some of the new clans are uneasy,” he said. “They’ve fought each other before. Old grudges die slowly.”Rowan nodded, her gaze scanning the gathering. “We can’t force trust,” she replied. “We have to earn it, through action and patience. Let them see we’re stronger united than divided.”Lyra moved between the groups, demonstrating defensive stances and firebearer techniques. Her hands glowed softly, sealing a small burn on a trainee’s arm with a flick of warmth. “Watch your spacing,” she instructed, voice gentle but firm. “Every movement has purpose. Every misstep could cost more than you think.”A young warrior looked up, wid

Chapter 107 – Training the FlamesThe early morning sun bathed the summit in pale gold, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Rowan stood at the edge of the field, hands folded, watching the warriors move. The air smelled faintly of smoke and sweat, a reminder that fire was both a tool and a test.“Focus!” she called, her voice cutting through the clamor. “Control, not just strength. Let the Source guide you, not dominate you!”A young recruit faltered, fire sputtering awkwardly from his palms. He grimaced, dropping to one knee. Rowan stepped forward, crouching beside him. “You’re forcing it,” she said softly. “Feel it first. Let it flow through your chest, through your limbs, before it leaves your hands.”The boy nodded, taking a slow breath. When he lifted his hands again, a small but steady flame danced atop his palms. Rowan smiled faintly. “Better. Keep it steady.”Nearby, Lyra moved among another group, hands hovering over students’ arms and shoulders. Sparks of gentl

Chapter 109 – Secrets in the StoneThe torchlight flickered along the walls of the narrow chamber as Rowan stepped carefully, the weight of the mountain pressing around them. Lyra’s fingers traced the carvings etched deep into the stone, each line pulsing faintly with residual fire energy. Azeriel followed, his eyes scanning the space as if anticipating traps at every turn.“This place… it’s older than I imagined,” Lyra murmured. “The firebearers of old… they left more than warnings.”Rowan crouched beside a large stone slab, examining the symbols. “It looks like instructions… ways to regulate the Source, maybe even amplify it safely. Techniques lost to time.” She let her hand hover over the carvings, feeling the energy hum faintly beneath her fingertips.Azeriel frowned. “If these methods are that powerful, we need to be careful. In the wrong hands, even a simple misstep could be catastrophic.”Lyra’s eyes glimmered with determination. “That’s why we’re here now. We’re the ones who c