Todos os capítulos de Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Chapter 111 – Northern EmbersThe summit glowed softly under the first light of dawn. Rowan stood at the edge of the highest peak, eyes scanning the distant northern ridges. The fires from previous skirmishes had long since faded, but a new tension had begun to stir, subtle yet undeniable.Lyra approached quietly, her hands brushing over the stone railing as if feeling the mountain itself. “Something is moving in the north,” she said, voice low. “It’s organized. They’re gathering fire and weapons, preparing for something larger.”Rowan turned, frowning. “How large?”“The scouts cannot say for sure,” Lyra admitted. “But it’s enough that we should take notice.” Her gaze drifted toward the distant horizon. “The Fire Source is stirring… subtly. Not violently, not yet. But I can feel it. It’s a warning.”Azeriel joined them, his expression unreadable. “Do you think it’s rogue Ashborne? Or some new faction entirely?”Rowan shook her head. “I don’t know. But we cannot afford to wait. If they

Chapter 113- Training the Vanguard The mountain air shifted around her, almost vibrating with the Fire Source’s quiet warning.“They’re building something,” she whispered, “and we will feel it soon.”Hours passed, then the sun slipped behind the horizon. Rowan paced across the chamber, checking the map for the tenth time. Lyra stood nearby, fingers pressed lightly to the stone floor as if listening to the heartbeat beneath it.“He should have returned by now,” Rowan muttered.Lyra opened her eyes. “He’s close. I can feel the echo of his energy. But Rowan… something followed them.”Before Rowan could respond, the doors swung open. Azeriel strode in, dust clinging to his armor, eyes sharp with urgency.“We found their camps.” His voice was low. “They’re bigger than expected. Organized. Not careless rebels. They’re preparing for something structured.”The council leaders rushed back into the chamber after hearing Azeriel’s voice. Rows of tense faces lined the table again as he spread hi

Chapter 115 – Veiled AlliancesThe council hall smelled faintly of smoke from the braziers, mingling with the sharp scent of cold mountain air seeping through the open windows. Rowan stood at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the assembled leaders. The northern envoys had arrived earlier, their banners fluttering in unfamiliar patterns, each symbol carefully chosen to display both respect and subtle warning.“Your summit stands strong,” the elder of one northern clan said, his voice smooth, measured. “We wish to join your council. Together, we can ensure the Fire Source remains protected. But certain conditions must be met before our loyalty is fully given.”Rowan’s brow lifted. “Conditions? Speak plainly.”The northern elder leaned forward, his fingers brushing the carved wood of the table. “We require command over patrol routes to the east. And we ask that our warriors be included in strategic decisions affecting those lands. Our people have suffered much; their safety cannot

CHAPTER 117 – Secrets UnfoldAzeriel’s words hung in the cool night air, heavy enough to settle on every warrior standing there. Rowan didn’t answer right away. She stared toward the ridge where the raiders had vanished, her mind turning through possibilities faster than her breath could steady.“Everyone return to the summit,” Rowan finally said. “We regroup and go through every detail.”The warriors moved, tired but alert. Lyra walked beside Rowan, her eyes still fixed on the dark treeline. “There was something off about their energy. It wasn’t scattered like before. It felt guided. Like someone else was steadying it from afar.”Rowan glanced at her. “You mean controlled.”“Yes,” Lyra said quietly. “Someone taught them how to hide their presence. That shouldn’t be possible.”They made their way back to the council hall. The braziers still burned, filling the room with warm light, but the calm inside felt false. Rowan pushed open the door and stopped when she saw two council members

CHAPTER 119 – Flamebearers’ LegacyRowan stayed by the balcony long after Azeriel left to gather his teams. The cold air brushed against her skin, but the heat inside her chest held steady. Lyra stood beside her, arms folded tight, her gaze still fixed on the north.“They move,” Rowan had said.And the truth of those words still hung between them.Lyra spoke quietly. “If they are using ancient work, we need to remember what was forgotten. The Fire Source has limits. But the old flamebearers did things we barely understand.”Rowan turned to her. “You said the energy that reached for you felt like something old. Something not meant to be used again.”“Yes. And if they learned how to stir it, we need to know how to counter it.”Rowan’s mind jumped to a memory she had pushed aside months ago. A sealed chamber beneath the summit. A place only the former keepers had permission to enter. The door had been locked since the war that ended decades before she was born.“Follow me,” Rowan said.L