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she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

Author's Note: I'd like to give my readers a heads-up: this book is currently being updated and is available under the first part of the series, titled "Dragon King's Human Mate." As this is the third installment in the series, you can now find the entire Dragon Series compiled in one place for a more seamless reading experience. Thank you to everyone for your continued support. For more books and chapter updates, follow me on F******k at Tracy Readrats.

It let out a low, hostile growl that shivered through me. Frightened, I shrunk away from it, burying myself deeper into the King's arms. Unfazed, King Tohrah grasped my hand and pushed it towards the dragon. I struggled against his strong grip to no avail as he lifted my hand to the dragon. The dragon lowered its enormous head and sniffed my outstretched hand.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

That statement received an immediate glare from him, rendering me to flinch out of my volition. “That was two thousand years ago. Are you being vengeful because I killed your race?” Not in a bit, because I am not a dragon since birth. And what? You’re a two-thousand-years-old old man? Is the MC of this novel getting into adultery of what? I know he isn’t the end goal, but what in the duck? I heaved a sigh and massaged my temple. “You seem to be forgetting that I am not a genuine dragon from birth-”

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

I say in Greek, hoping Bronx won’t understand it. The cover of the book stretches and creeks, until a bulge forms below the embossed title. The bulge grows until it looks like a closed eyelid. I take off the dragon scale glove and run my hand close to the surface, careful not to touch it. When it senses me just an inch away, the eyelid snaps open, exposing a crisp apple green eyeball. It looks around, surprised to be awakened until it lands on me and watches, waiting for instructions. “What the fuck?” Bronx lets go of my hand and backs up until his back is against the door. “Kas, tell me that’s not what I think it is. It’s some sort of replica or some shit. Tell me that’s not real.”

Gerbil relayed Liam's orders to Bella, the other person sitting with Victor and went back to the palace. " "So your real name is Elena, huh… this name sounds even more beautiful than your fake one”. “Others might still have doubts but based on all the info I have recives till date I know 95% sure that you are no normal human, you are also a dragon warrior like us” Liam thought to himself as a small smile bloomed on his face “Once I get a proper conformation I will never let you go away from me. Never”. “You are mine… only mine."