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Thank God she had no idea what was happening around her. So, the mask was coming off. It must have realized it had no power over him and could not sway him to kill Faye. It was revealing its true intentions. ‘Who are you?’ Eli asked. He struggled to keep his voice steady. This was not something he had ever faced before. ‘What are you?’ It laughed, its voice reverberating all around. The air seemed heavy and the smell of rotting, burnt flesh permeated the entire room. ‘I am of the darkness, sent to destroy your precious witch. Long we have waited for this moment.’

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."

If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."

“The mark doesn’t choose for us.” “And what if you’re wrong?” “Then we burn,” she snaps. “But at least we choose the fire.” I turn away. “I don’t want to lose either of you.” Her voice is soft. “Then don’t make us enemies before we’ve even begun.” I close my eyes because she’s right but I still see flames behind my lids. That night, sleep comes in fits and when it finally decides to takes me, it drags me deep. I'm standung in a field of ash. The sky is split. Half fire, half storm and before me rises a dragon with two heads, one body. One of fire, the other of shadow. Both crowned. Both bleeding.

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

Riding its back, they broke free from my mana strings and dived towards the ground before their dragon took a U-turn in the midair and unleashed the darkness out of its throat. The rest of the four dragons followed him, unleashing a torrent of dark flames from their mouths until their flames engulfed me from all directions. Through the barrier I had created around myself, I could see the swirling black flames. I had to exert more power to maintain the barrier. What was going on? My barrier cracked, and I was drowned in the freezing dark flames, swayed as they flooded all my senses. Why do I suddenly feel this weakness in my soul? Strands of pure white light emerged out of my skin, being wash

They came at Carla and Fallon like a ferocious wave and destroyed all of the black and green demonic flames that covered the battlefield. Of all the dragons, the water and fire dragons were the most ferocious. They were responsible for destroying more than half of those demonic flames. Heavenly Lightning followed after that, making the sky rumble while lightning flashed. The remaining poison gas was swept away. Before Fallon and Carla realized what was happening, a blade flash swung across their heads.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Vlad sighed. "Vera, I understand that you are hurt... But__" "You don't understand, Vlad..." She snapped. "You will never understand what I am going through... You want to win my heart back, right?" She poured spirit bottle on the bouquet and lit it. Within seconds it got engulfed in flames. "This is my heart..." She looked into his eyes with her fierce one and Vlad looked at the flowers which were on fire. "You can't tame this fire now... Stay away!"

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.