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he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

5 The city of Drahoone celebrated the hatching of the new prince with a two-day festival. There were fireworks, music, and endless crowds filling the streets. Two more celebrations were already planned, one on Osca to honor the heir prince, and another in the Draynor capital of Malta in the southern region.

"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.

1 year later Vladimir and Red were visiting the castle. Elleanna was restless as she paced her office alone. This past year she had given Dracon another son. She named him Dracon Vladimir Fredrick Dragonia Jr. Everyone called him Dracon Jr or just Junior. He was about to be 1 year old and looked exactly like his mother, but had his father’s hair color. She sighed and then let out a frustrated growl. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She let out a breath as she walked towards the office door. She walked to the ballroom and picked up her guitar and decided to play a song and sing along to it. The song she picked was Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift that featured The Civil Wars.

I place my hand over my mouth and gasped, “In that dream, your eyes changed. Turned reptilian. What you said now makes sense. You’re an alien.” “I am and more.” He lifts my hand to his lips kissing it. “Remember your red dragon?” I nod. “What if I told you I am a shapeshifter. A red dragon to be exact.” “What?” I whispered. “Do you remember that video of the green dragon?” “Yeah, but it was proven a fake.” “With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.”

Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap. “Wait, before anything.” The bewitching lady glared heavenward directly at Dracsora's moistened sharpened teeth unintimidated, one could see the base of his forked tongue. His tremendous presence overwhelmed everyone there as the lung Dragon stopped half way then closed his mouth. “If it not a bother, I, monarch Deborah from the house of Adokin, your loyal subject have something that you might consider to hear.” Dracsora held his rage pointing one of his sharpened claws at Deborah.

Vair HUR-voom vel LOH-kit VAIR-kee VAH-room. Drake replied in Dragonese, which Asher loosely translated as King Drake commending their loyalty and actions. The Drake stepped forward to address us. “Ek fagna þér, konungr Daemon, ok þinni fríðustu fylgikonu, dróttning Adriana. Þat er ánægjuligt at hitta fjölskyldu fylgikonu sonar míns, he said, his voice loud and deep, commanding respect.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.