All Chapters of Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61 – After the FireThe roar of the fire faded slowly, leaving a deep quiet that felt almost unreal. Rowan kept her eyes on the streak of gold still rising through the cracked ceiling far above. It pulsed like a heartbeat, steady and sure. The mountain was breathing again. Not in panic. Not in pain. In calm.Azeriel was the first to move. He lowered his hands and let his flame settle along his skin like warm dust. He looked surprised by the softness of it. For the first time, it wasn’t dragging him anywhere. It simply stayed with him.Rowan felt the same thing. A warm pull beneath her ribs. Not choking. Not pulling her apart. Just resting there, like a hand she had finally learned to hold.She let out a breath. “It’s quiet.”Azeriel gave a short laugh, one that sounded unsure. “I never thought I’d hear silence again.”Rowan touched her chest. The fire inside had stopped fighting for control. It felt like it belonged. Like she belonged.The cavern around them glowed with a soft

CHAPTER 63 – Returning ShadowsRowan felt the last echo of the mountain fade behind her as she and Azeriel began the slow walk down the slope. The air was cooler now. The fire veins still glowed in the cracks around them, but they no longer pulsed like a heartbeat. Everything had settled. Everything except the strange tug she felt deep inside her chest.Azeriel noticed it too. His hand brushed hers. “You feel that shift again?”“Not from us,” Rowan said. “From the world.”They continued downward. Kai walked ahead, scanning the trees and listening for movement. The sky was a soft orange, lit by the fire that still streamed from the broken summit like a flare calling the whole realm to look.Rowan looked back once. “People will see that all the way from the coast.”Kai nodded. “They already have.” He stopped and turned to them. “I didn’t want to say this on the summit, but we need to talk before we reach the lower paths.”Rowan and Azeriel exchanged a look.Kai’s jaw tightened. “Rumors

CHAPTER 65 – Uneasy AlliesThe morning after the gathering felt heavier than Rowan expected. Word had spread about the fire bearers, and now the valley was full of unfamiliar footsteps and low murmurs. Tents had risen overnight on the open field near the river. Flags from distant clans fluttered in the wind.Azeriel eyed them all with stiff shoulders. “They came fast.”“They were already watching the mountain,” Rowan said. “The fire reaching the sky just pushed them to move sooner.”Kai approached from the camp edge. “Three delegations want to meet you now. Two are friendly. One arrives with questions.”Azeriel let out a soft groan. “Questions is just a polite way of saying trouble.”Rowan nudged his arm. “You can handle questions.”He gave her a look. “You should handle the talking. People actually listen to you.”She smiled. “And they stare at you like you’re carved from fire. So it works both ways.”Kai led them toward the center of the camp. Clan banners surrounded a long wooden t

CHAPTER 67 – Flickers of ThreatThe morning air feels heavier than it should, a subtle weight that sets Rowan on edge. She moves along the summit with Azeriel, scanning the horizon as the mountain hums quietly beneath their feet. The fire veins, once lively and unruly, now pulse gently under their control, yet there is a faint, irregular flicker—like a warning whispered through the depths of the mountain itself.“Do you feel that?” Rowan asks, stopping mid-step. Her eyes narrow at a cluster of distant smoke rising beyond the outer ridges. It isn’t natural. The fire reacts, small sparks leaping from the veins at her touch, restless.Azeriel frowns, matching her gaze. “That’s not just a fire reading. Something—or someone—is out there.” His voice tightens with unease, the calm confidence he had worn for weeks cracking at the edges.Rowan kneels, letting her hand hover over a small vein. She closes her eyes, feeling the subtle tension in the fire. It’s a warning, soft but insistent. “It’s

CHAPTER 69 – A Fire SharedRowan and Azeriel climb the familiar path to the mountain summit, the air crisp with the lingering warmth of the Fire Source. Their steps are steady, synchronized in rhythm, as if the mountain itself has taught them a quiet confidence. Below, villagers and distant allies have gathered, curious and cautious, waiting to see the fire bearers once more.Rowan glances at Azeriel as they reach the summit. “We should start the rituals here. Small, deliberate movements. Let the veins know we’re steady, not reckless.”Azeriel watches her hands carefully trace patterns along the glowing stone, the faint heat responding to her presence. “It’s strange,” he admits, “after everything, I feel calmer standing here than I ever did in battle.”“You’ve learned patience,” Rowan says, a small smile tugging at her lips. “And that fire isn’t about showing strength—it’s about balance.”Azeriel tilts his head, eyes tracing the faint glow that spreads across the summit’s veins. “I th