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Chapter 17: The Young King **Chapter 17: A Prodigy's Ultimatum** The battleground, once the theater of a relentless war, stood frozen as the hybrid child emerged as an unexpected mediator. Lydia, her anger palpable, voiced the concerns that echoed in the minds of many.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

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Chapter 122: Bound by Flame Darius's POV The chaos was relentless, a storm of claws, snarls, and firelight as rogues descended upon us in the dead of night. I could barely hear myself think over the sound of wolves clashing, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. It was as though Veyron had been waiting for this exact moment, striking before we had fully solidified our fragile alliance.

"The Prince has his own palace. In the North." My heart dropped. The North was a frozen waste and the land of endless winter. Mother opened her mouth again. “Will we be permitted to-” “We will return for the Princess shortly.” They cut her off smoothly. Before father could ask another question, the leader barked an order in the dragon tongue and the four warriors turned on their heels in unison, their capes snapping in the air. They marched out of the room, leaving the doors wide open behind them. They didn't stay to answer any other questions. They probably didn't even care about our confusion or our fear.

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.

Raisel screamed at the top of her voice nonstop. “There is a dragon in our camp!”, the giants cried with a loud voice, “Kill him”. The giants jumped and raised their hands to reach them, some swung clubs and swords at them. Dragomir skillfully dodged their weapons but he still flew low, careful not to get to the topmost surface which he was sure the giants had covered with a spell. Raisel was screaming nonstop but she couldn’t help it. One of the giants managed to grab his hind legs, he struggled against its hold and then he turned around and blew a breath of fire setting the giant aflame, he scampered about, spreading the fire before he fell to the ground in a thud rolling around.

Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre. The Dance of Fates: Bellatrix was my first fantasy book and I had finished it last year, 2020 so if you can go over my profile, you will find its completed version. I also have a Patreon account, you can find my name "Yeirah de Dieu" and receive trivia, character reveals and bonus chapters for all my books, including "The Dance of Fates" and "Bane of the Dragons". Hopefully, I can write more dragon genre and in time, become familiar with this trope. Until then, thank you for you support and love! Don't forget to leave a vote in this book and help it get to the ranking. Cia

She longed for companionship, for someone to share in the wonder and mystery of this forgotten realm. And then, as if in answer to her silent plea, she heard a voice calling out to her from the depths of the forest. A voice filled with warmth and laughter, a voice that stirred something deep within her. Chapter 6: The Gathering Storm As Elara and Aric emerged from the Veil of Time, they found themselves standing on the edge of a vast battlefield, where the clash of steel and the roar of dragons filled the air. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a testament to the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf the world.

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.