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“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

said the goddess of creation, and my father nodded. We went to change into combat gear, and then Jackson, Samir, and Renzo showed up. “Ale and Rex are coming; let's go with you,” Jackson said firmly, and I looked at my father. “Let's wait for the priests to leave all together,” said the god of chaos. Ale and Rex didn't take long to appear, then my mother took my father's hand, and Drago turned into a dragon. I knew immediately that Drago and my father had the same power, which I found funny and curious.

After careful questioning about the current situation in the area, Christine and her Uncle Liam made their way to the temple in Dragon Claw City. Heirs to the Dragon Claw Warlocks have always been rare, with no more than three siblings in a generation. Christine's grandfather had two sons, the eldest Alexander and the second Liam, of whom only Christine's father Alexander awakened the Dragon Vein Warlock bloodline. Liam did not awaken, but he did have the Dragon Vein, so he easily understood the fighting spirit and became a knight.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

"The Westerio Order holds absolute power beyond these borders. They never expected anyone to dare intercept their shipment. Besides, even a Gray Acolyte is equivalent to Dragonia's Martial God level. How could that not be considered serious?" Kendrick sighed and shook his head, his gaze settling on Felix with a sharp intensity. "You're practicing Dragons Destroyer, aren't you?"

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

Just feeling his presence was enough as a precaution for the dragon to guard the Grail. That was the reason Apollyon was certain he wouldn't be able to find a way to pass the test this time. Every dragon in the tribe was worshipped as an apostle of God. Since the day he was born, the boy was taught about the greatness and the might of these sacred, untouchable existences. How could the weak him have any hope against an authentic, full-blooded dragon?

“I’m not sure how but I did it! I did it!” Her celebration was short-lived because they heard the crunching sound of the man-deep snow at the approach of something gargantuan and slithery. Indeed, an elongated silhouette reared over where the unconscious Griffin had crashed. Its front stretched out thus, Temujin estimated the dragon was five times larger than the Harpax. “I guess books and teachers CAN be wrong, huh,” Aki mumbled, more in awe than anything. “Actually, scratch that. The gods themselves have reneged on their vow that the Age of Dragons was over.”

Sean sighed with resignation. "The elders hid the Relic with a spell. After all, that Relic is sacred to the Dragon race. It was said that the power or ability which were granted to each individual dragon somehow comes from that relic. So our race looks at that Relic as our God and auspicious." Sean stopped to gather his thoughts. "Yes, I heard it from my father," Drage said.