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All from that live feed she took at the restaurant. “Yeah, can you believe it? The plan seems to have worked. The new video has gone viral and from what little I saw on the internet myself. They are calling the dragon Callie as in California’s coastal dragon.” Mitch laughed. “I like that. So, my dragon now has a name, much like the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie.” I walk up and put my arms around Mitch’s waist and look up. “Yeah, the only difference is this dragon is real and all mine.”

“Is that a fucking dragon?” It was black, a darker shadow against the night sky, but the moonlight glittered over its scales, and its eyes and throat glowed gold and red with fire. The driver swerved as the dragon plunged suddenly downwards, and the car pulled to a sudden stop. As the dragon regained height in the sky overhead, Lyric grabbed the gun out of the man’s shocked hands, and slammed the hilt into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. She flicked the safety and shot the driver through the head, spraying blood out over the windows.

Dragons from the God Beast Clan also have the advantage of extraordinary physical strength, immense true essence, and unparalleled therapeutic abilities. Many God Beast Clan dragons die without ever finding their masters because acquiring a dragon as a familiar is no simple task. For a normal dragon, one must either fight and defeat it or gain its trust through one's character before signing a pact. However, for dragons from the God Beast Clan, the bond is formed through a soul pact. It is a warrior's destiny that attracts a God Beast dragon to them. Hundreds of normal dragons cannot compare to one dragon from the God Beast bloodline; these dragons are royalty among their kind.

“If you came here for me, then say your reason, don’t hide behind riddles.” Malrik studied her for a long, weighted silence. Finally, he lowered his gaze in something almost like reverence. “I came because the world is shifting. The hunters you face, the whispers of war are not the root. They are symptoms and you, Raven Blackthorne… are the storm they fear.” Her chest constricted violently. “What do you mean?” But before Malrik could answer, another voice sliced in. “Don’t listen to him.” Lyandra Draikos. She had slipped in through the gates unnoticed, her blonde hair catching the firelight, her emerald eyes gleaming with malice. Unlike her step brother, she was a wolf and her aura was sharp

Wings wider than stormfronts beat once, stirring the smoke into whirling tempests. The Black Dragon. Its scales a cloak of darkness, descended through the cloud of its own making. The heat rose off its flanks in quivering waves. Beneath its claws, the broken remnants of Eirenos steamed. The dragon tilted its horned head, exhaling a low growl that rippled through the charred landscape. “Done already?” its voice rumbled like thunder echoing through stone. “How dull.”

His words had Liana raising an eyebrow when he said getting back will be faster in dragon for. 'I guess we'll just have to find out.' I shrugged and got on, ignoring Liana's bitchy comments and how much she hates flying. Tyrone's dragon is a beautiful black dragon with blood-red eyes, whereas Killian's is white. I wonder what beef they have going on but I shake my head. Now is not the time for that, Valerie. Now focus.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

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

Magus explained, “That black dragon is formed through the convergence of dragon’s terrains from all around the world. However, it is only a spirit without a body. The power of the magnificent beast would reach a God’s level if we can assist it in reshaping its body. “It’s still too early to say all this. Tyr, the purpose of my visit is to extract the dragon’s terrain from your body and reshape the dragon’s head. You have to cooperate with me.” “No problem.” Tyr didn’t hesitate to agree. To stop the world from ending, all they had to do at the time was find five magic books and assist Tyr in breaking into the God realm to fight GPE’s Apophis. Tyr had no choice but to accept it despite the cha

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."