All Chapters of Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81 – Inferno at the SummitThe ground still trembled from the distant march as Rowan and Azeriel stood side by side at the edge of the summit. Rowan tightened her grip on Azeriel’s hand, feeling the heat rising from the valley below. She had barely finished speaking when the first ripple of fire lit the darkness. Dozens of flaming figures climbed the slope like a wave of living heat.Azeriel stepped forward. “They’re not waiting anymore.”Lyra rushed up beside them, breath sharp. “It’s worse than I expected. Malach is pushing all of them at once.”Rowan felt the Fire Source thrum behind her like a giant heartbeat. It responded to the tension, humming with warning. She inhaled slowly. “We hold them here. No one reaches the inner chamber.”Shouts rose from the lower paths as their allies formed lines with spears and shields. The clans who had pledged themselves were already pushing into position. Rowan lowered her palm, guiding her breath. Flames gathered around her fingers, bri

CHAPTER 83 – Ashborne SecretsSmoke drifted across the summit as Rowan pushed through a line of tired fighters. The clash of fire against rock echoed in the distance where Azeriel and Kai held the right flank. Rowan’s chest still burned from the last attack, but she kept moving. The Ashborne were changing their rhythm, adjusting too fast. Something about it felt wrong.Lyra jogged up beside her. “You see it too.”Rowan nodded. “They aren’t guessing anymore. They’re predicting.”A roar erupted on the far side, followed by a burst of red flame. Rowan winced. “Azeriel’s losing patience. He’s pushing harder.”Lyra frowned. “Cindar is baiting him. That’s what he wants.”“I know,” Rowan said, rubbing ash from her cheek. “But the real problem isn’t Cindar. It’s how they keep meeting us at every turn.”Before Lyra could answer, two fighters dragged a struggling Ashborne scout toward them. His cloak was torn and half-burned, and he spat curses until Kai stepped in front of him with his blade p

CHAPTER 85 – The Shifting TideThe moment Cindar slipped back into the smoke, Rowan felt the ground trembling again. It wasn’t the mountain. It was the fear rising among their allies. Too many were injured, too many spells had fizzled out. The Ashborne pushed forward like a dark wave and it was clear they were ready to drown anything in their path.Azeriel landed beside Rowan, breath sharp. “He’s getting stronger. That flame he’s using… it isn’t his alone.”Rowan wiped the sweat from her brow. “I know. He’s drawing from something we haven’t seen yet.”The Ashborne lines tightened. Their steps were steady. No panic. No hesitation. It was the kind of movement that said they believed this was already won.Rowan narrowed her eyes. “We can change this. Right now. Just follow my lead.”Azeriel lifted a brow. “Rowan, if you’re planning something reckless—”“We don’t have time for anything else.”She stepped forward and raised both hands. Azeriel hesitated for half a breath then mirrored her

CHAPTER 87 – Malach UnleashedRowan barely had a moment to breathe. The second wave had struck hard and fast, and even as she held the line she felt pressure closing from every direction. The air around the summit shook like a drum. Sparks lifted off the stone floor. The Source pulsed in short, sharp flashes, as if warning them that something worse was coming.Azeriel landed beside her, chest rising and falling. “They’re regrouping again. Cindar is pushing the west flank.”“I know,” Rowan said. “But something feels wrong. The air is too heavy. It’s like the mountain is holding its breath.”Before Azeriel could reply, the ground vibrated under their feet. A low hum rolled across the summit. The fires burning along the ridge bent inward as if pulled by an invisible force. Even the Ashborne paused, glancing around in confusion.Kai shouted from the eastern arch. “Rowan. Look.”A figure stepped through the smoke. Slow. Calm. Almost casual. His presence swallowed the light around him. Mala

CHAPTER 89 – The Heart of FireThe heat deepened as Rowan pushed through the final passage, her heartbeat matching the low rumble of the Fire Source below. “Keep close,” she said, glancing back at Azeriel and Lyra. The ground trembled under their feet, shaking dust from the stone walls.Azeriel exhaled sharply. “He’s already inside. I can feel him pulling at the fire.”Rowan didn’t answer. She felt it too, like fingers digging into the energy that kept the mountain alive. They entered the chamber, and everything inside them froze.Malach stood at the center, both palms raised toward the glowing heart of the Source. Flames twisted around him in spirals, bending to his will. His eyes flickered with dark light as if he’d swallowed the fire whole.Lyra whispered, “He’s already started the siphoning.”Malach’s head lifted at the sound of her voice. A slow smile spread across his face. “You came faster than I expected.” He lowered his hands, and the flames recoiled like afraid animals. “Goo