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she said, voice devoid of concern, as though the struggle to walk upright would be a test she was expected to pass. She walked anyway. Head high. Each step through the burning ache a refusal to be less than she was before. ∞∞∞ The Dragon Court was not a room—it was a cathedral of dominance carved into the heart of a living mountain. Obsidian walls soared into shadow, flanked by massive columns etched in gold, each rune pulsing faintly like a sleeping heartbeat. The air was thick with smoke and heat, and the scent of brimstone curled under her tongue. The floor beneath her feet was a river of black basalt veined with ruby, leading toward the raised dais like a sacrificial path.

“Honour forbids us to run from a fight, even if it’s one we cannot win.” The other women’s faces emerged from the undergrowth. “I saw you,” said Laney, eyes wide and twinkling. “You wrestled the dragon. You are the Dragonslayer!” Probably something she’d read in a book. The last thing I needed was her thinking I was some kind of mythical hero. Let them think you killed a dragon and you know what happens next? Everyone wants you to kill a dragon for them. And then a giant. And then it’s a balrog infestation. Pest control wasn’t where my ambitions lay.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks." Casey handed over her loyalty card, still distracted by the strange man. "Double shot today, please. Covering Mika's shift." "Rough," Prisha sympathised, punching in the order. "Hey, did you ever finish that dragon book you were working on? My niece is obsessed with dragons lately." Casey's attention snapped back. "Still working on it. Turns out writing a novel while working at fast food isn't the productivity hack they advertise."

Her expression turned grim. “Is the Blade of Justice gone?” After a whole night of merging, Dragonslayer, which was now two meters in length, glimmered a golden light. The head of a dragon was carved on the sword’s hilt, and its body was covered in dragon scales. From afar, one could mistake the sword for a golden dragon two meters in length levitating in the sky. As daybreak came, Dragonslayer’s aura dissipated, and the golden light it radiated turned dim.

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she asked even though she already had an inkling what it was. “It was a war two centuries ago, a war between the old dragons and the new. The old dragons were the primates who couldn’t shift and mostly acted primal while the new dragons were the evolved forms that could easily shift between human and dragon. The old dragon hated us and called us traitors for having a human side, even though it was not our fault. It was during my father's time so I wasn't really there, he told me everything. The disagreement was too much and it caused a war that lasted for years. It was the worst war in history and it nearly destroyed everything, half the entire dragon realm was reduced to dust and turned int

she sobbed. The Burn had tormented dragons for over two decades. Many dragons have lost their families to the terrible blight. No one knew how it started, or how to cure it. We just knew it killed. The Burn gets triggered when a Dragon tries to take their shifted forms. All Dragon Shifters can breathe fire in their shifted forms, which makes us immune to fire. But The Burn turns a Dragon fire against them, making them burn from the inside out. The only way to avoid succumbing to the plague is to not shift, essentially denying us the right to be ourselves. It's easier for adult dragons to fight the urge to shift, but it's way harder for dragons in transition.

But instead of basking in praise, they became more diligent in expanding their wealth. "When our clan leader ascends as the Chieftain of the Beastfolk, our clan shall prosper beyond reckoning!" … Half a year later, my time came, but the birth was astonishingly easy. Within moments, I delivered three dragon eggs. Staring at the three dragon eggs in my arms, I was dumbfounded. "Weren't we supposed to have babies? Why are they eggs?" Draken softly kissed my forehead. "Dragons don't breed like other beastfolk. We lay eggs, and the little ones will hatch in time. It spares the mother much pain."

I did not care about the laws of men or the decrees of holy gods. Nerrissa belonged to the Crown of Drakoria. Her breath existed because I decreed it. Her fragile heart beat because my fire kept her warm. If Emperor Vaelor thought he could march across the snow and steal what was mine, I would teach him what true monsters looked like. "Selene," I growled, the sound carrying two distinct voices—the cold command of a conqueror and the feral, bloodthirsty roar of a colossal dragon. "Yes, Your Grace?" she answered from the stone floor.