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The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

’ I ask. I can’t assume. Dragons do have several animal enemies, one, in particular, loves the taste of dragon eggs – sneak-snakes. The huge snakes live in the areas where the dragons nest. I’m not sure if the dragons drew the sneak-snakes because of where they choose to nest, or if the area was already their home and it is just bad luck for the dragons. Either way, there are always sneak-snakes around the dragon nests. It’s another reason the silvers are standing sentinel. They won’t let the snakes get their queen. ‘Yes,’ Bymjym growls, blowing fire in his anger as we fly.

But better than walking blind or risking being spotted by an Algoth or another of Kyante's minion. “There’s a backroad to the dungeons,” Baelorin said casually. All heads turned toward him. “How the fuck do you know that?” Calia asked, unimpressed. Baelorin grinned. “I’ve been here before. When it wasn’t Kyante’s personal torture chamber. Back when it was a resort. Very... popular mating spot.” He winked. Calia snorted. “Of course it was.” I shook my head, biting back a laugh. “So why did a mating resort have a dungeon?”

Bianca patted off the remaining dust on her formal suit as soon as she entered the vampire Song clan's dungeon in the Song clan's headquarters. She threw her gaze around the dark and dimly lit corridor, as she walked, following several members of the Song clan as well as Walter Song himself, into the dungeon. Apart from Pedrosa's clan, the entire vampire clan had a dungeon like the one she was currently in at the moment. Usually, a room like this was intended for vampires who commit minor or moderate violations against the vampire clan—depending on each of the vampire clans.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

The brunette was starting to wonder if Major Dylan examined every possible D-Class mission the King had to offer in hopes of finding the most insane and boring ones he could to annoy his team with as she returned scrolls to their correct shelves. Every mission can be classified as S to E-Class, with S being the most high-end missions that consist of fighting dragons and being the heroes of the kingdom of Laera and E-Class as being the most beginner as one could get. And Team Dylan was currently in the library for a D-Class mission. Their mission was to work as the librarian’s assistants. Sophia’s task was to return checked-in books and scrolls to the right place according to some crazy and c

I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist. Plan of Restoration. The words look bold on the page. Below, I start outlining everything I’ve learned about the kingdom—its flaws, its broken systems, and its starving people. I take notes on trade routes, former allies, and the corrupt lords bowing to Lunice for gold. When I’m finished, I draw maps. I sketch the palace layout, every tunnel, every secret passage I’ve discovered over lifetimes. This is how I’ll return. Not as a runaway prince.

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

the remark came from the commander as he motioned for his men to load me into the gaol wagon. Inside the wagon, dim light filtered through barred windows, casting uneven patterns on the worn floor. The air carried a musty scent, and the wagon's aged interior echoed with the creaking of wheels and the occasional clink of chains. The wooden bench, offering minimal comfort, was a stark contrast to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices. My whole world has just been ripped away from me, and yet, a sense of ease settled through me. The energy that entered my body when I held that pendant was still sending sparks through my muscles, the tingling sensation lingering at my fingertips. The eagern

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.