My Second Chance Mate Is My Nemesis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

REBEKAH wheeled Khol'an through the familiar corridors of the dungeons, a bit unprepared for what laid ahead. But Khol'an had requested it. She knew it was going to offer him some form of closure.As they approached the particular dungeon where Luna Marion was, she signaled one of the sentinels who had accompanied them to take Khol'an through the rest of the way, while she stood in wait by a corner. She didn't want to look at the woman. Didn't think she could bear to. She couldn't forgive her for all the horrible things she had done against Khol'an. The sentinel wheeled Khol'an and came to a stop just in front of the dungeon where Luna Marion sat with her head hung low, and back against the wall.She wasn't unkempt or haggard. If anything, she looked... empty.The moment she caught whiff of the familiar scent of her son, she slowly raised her head. Her gaze pinned on Khol'an's blank face and she shivered internally.He looked well. Healthy--the one thing she had never let him be.

JUST BEFORE they headed out, Zayn appeared, looking quite disheveled. Draekon eyed the injury on the side of his head and frowned."Andronikos gave me a hard time," Zayn explained. "But they've safely left for Shadow Fang," he supplied.Draekon nodded. Of course, they were gone. He could no longer feel Vaelora or Andronikos within.Next, he led the way outside.Indeed, the Royal House had been completely surrounded. If they hadn't been under attack, he might have admired the flawless formation.Several dragons hovered above the rooftops, arranged in a wide circular formation that covered the entire estate. Others formed another imposing formation above the Ignarion Army gathered across the fields.Draekon's jaw clenched.They must have infiltrated the Royal House through the hunting grounds, while the rest had flown in on their dragons after tearing down the protective spells and sigils along the kingdom's borders.He wasn't entirely surprised. Hashemii had a rogue sorceress like Cers

VAELORA stopped before Andronikos and the great dragon lowered his head until it was almost the same level with hers, his golden eyes fixed steadily on her. For a moment she simply stared at him, then she reached beneath the fold of her combat pants and pulled out a small dagger. Draekon’s gaze followed every movement she made, his heart thudding in helpless concern.She placed the blade on her palm and dragged it across, a sharp sting shooting through her hand as blood gathered. She pressed both palms together, smearing the blood across them before placing her hands against her belly.She whispered an inaudible chant for some seconds, until a faint glow began to shine through her belly. Everyone watched, completely stunned.Then, she raised her hand toward the sky and started the spell for the Power Surge."Bahamut, Deus Ignis, procede."'Bahamut, God of fire, emerge.'"Terra sub pedibus meis et caelum super caput meum hodie testantur."'The earth beneath my feet and the sky above

NYSERA stood by the window of her chambers, staring down as several Werewolf provincial armies arrived in Iron-Vale.She could almost smell their relief from where she stood. The war was over before they had even arrived.A war that had taken her brother in exchange.A small, heavy sigh escaped her, and her sore eyes stung as more tears threatened to fall.Since the early hours of that morning, when the ladies and children had been evacuated from the Lunar Sanctum and news of Merakkai's death reached her, the tears had not stopped.But she was expected to be strong.For her child.How could they expect such a thing from her?She had never even met this child, yet Merakkai was the only family she had ever known. And now, she was supposed to suppress the grief of losing her only brother simply because they wanted her child to be okay?Some of the DragonBorn Lords had already begun hinting that her child could be the next royal Sovereign of Ignarion, as though she wasn't already an emoti

THE INCESSANT cries of Varion, Merakkai's bonded dragon, had kept Vaelora awake.They had arrived in Ignarion late the previous night, and between worrying over her mother and trying to support a grieving Nysera, Vaelora had barely rested. Now, she lay beside Amaren on the large bed, still unable to sleep because of the dragon's cries.The moment the DragonBorn Army had arrived with Merakkai's body, chaos had nearly erupted within the palace. Varion had almost burned down his lair before Nysera was forced to have her stepsister, Mylah, Echo Sing the grieving dragon into slumber.But once the effect wore off and Varion awoke that morning, the chaos began all over again.The DragonBorn officials considered it a miracle that Varion was still alive. Usually, when a DragonBorn died, the dragon bonded to them from birth followed soon after. Only on rare occasions did a dragon survive the permanent severance of the Flame Bond.And now, according to the ancient DragonBorn custom, Varion would