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The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 50: Gone and Dead Third Person’s POV The group of people looked up at the seven people walking around them who seemed to be checking their conditions. They speak the same language as them, but they don’t understand what they were talking about. What is this about devils conquering the world? What is this about dragons, fairies and phoenixes? Weren’t they all part of a dreamy fantasy? As if that wasn’t enough, they also talked about werewolves and mermaids. They couldn’t help but think that these group of people, who call themselves ‘immortals’, are shooting a fantasy movie with almost realistic special effects.

The mist began to fall like rain, hitting the floor and turning into salt water. The crowd gasped again. The magic was breaking. "What is happening?" Elara shouted as she stood up. "The dragon! It is dying!" Malachi took a bite of my fish. He stood very still, chewed slowly and looked at the water on the floor. He looked at his own clear broth then he looked at me. "The dragon was made." Malachi said in a clear tone. His voice was no longer a whisper. "I made it because I wanted to look great. I used the old salts to show you a vision because I wanted to impress the heavens."

but to their disappointment none of dragon women was carrying the hypnotizing fresh Jasmine smell that Draco was going crazy thinking about…. Assuming his mate was from witch realm Draco, Draco, Saltus and Petro decided to head to Witch Realm to meet Witch Queen Zaramaru and find his destined mate, however last night when Draco was peacefully sleeping in his room he felt a sudden discomfort… his body was unknowingly set on fire while his Dragon urged to get on surface… he instantly transferred into his monstrous Dragon form and tried flew up in sky… Draco was uncertain to what was happing however his Dragon was determined to fly to Witch realms, unfortunately before they were able to fly to

In this space, without the physical constraints of the High Council’s iron collar, my true form wasn't suppressed. The Beast’s snarl faltered, dying in its throat as the storm clouds above it violently parted. I projected my soul into his sky. I was no longer the fragile, soot-caked Fringe rat. I manifested as the Phantom Dragon Architect—a colossal, awe-inspiring entity of shimmering, translucent gold and obsidian scales. My wingspan blanketed his entire mental horizon. Even here, massive spectral chains of green High Council magic bound my form, but my presence was undeniable.

Even though I have. Clairmont heaved a sigh. He then crossed his arms beneath his head and gazed at the ceiling. For some time, no words came out of his mouth before he said, “This world consists of a lot of Mana. And we dragons, are a being made solely by Mana, after it concentrated for several thousands of years and in the end materialized. That’s why, most dragons wake up being surrounded by high quality Mana stone, which was actually the remnant of their materialization.” I blinked my eyes. Those words sounded similar to what’s written inside the novel, during a chapter when Clairmont had a secret meeting with Minerva at some point of the novel. He told her about the beginning of dragons

(Aaron's POV) This could score as my best night in Veridia, everything is so entertaining and I have Kael beside me. He had that wide-eyed look again, like a boy seeing magic for the first time. “Is that… a floating crystal dragon?” he whispered, eyes trained upward. I followed his gaze to where a performer manipulated translucent magical threads, weaving the glowing form of a dragon that danced through the sky, wings rippling with illusionary sparks. “Yeah,” I murmured, smiling. “This is only the beginning.”

"Of course. It is yours, and you do what you want to do. I am just happy you are back, Nova. So damn happy!" "You are sweaty, and dirty," Mateo said to me as he grabbed me by my hips, pulling me to him. I snuggled closer to his body, smiling as I did. "It is the dragons," I hissed as I stared at the way the water cascaded down, before merging into the pool. Sunlight scattered off the water, making beautiful prisms around. Everything here was magic, pure and unsullied, and I wished we didn't have to go out to the real world. "Damn... they are-"

My feet tangle within themselves, causing me to stumble at his words, “So, Dragons are actually real?” Xaden chuckled lightly, his hand snaking around my waist to pull me close as we walked towards the archway that led straight to the castle just beyond the circle that made up the campus. “Yes, They’re real, ancient, and powerful. Dragons offer human wizards a beast to assist in battles, and they provide shifters with additional magical energy, allowing them to learn more spells.” My eyes widened. “They sound incredible. So, why the reactions when mentioned?” I asked, peering up at him.

"I wish I could grant you your wish, but all I can do is promise my silence. Love your mate and your family while you can, but know that these things tend to resurface. Darkness this great cannot remain hidden. It spreads." "Besides," he sighs. "I'm not the one you need to beg for forgiveness, it's them. Now about the dreamers, Carnelia in particular," he changes the subject. "If she is indeed a universal dragon and not just a sun dragon with more than her share of moon, she has an even greater ability to warp reality. She can transform herself in the dream, and become something or someone else. And if she is in the middle of a nightmare, it can be something terrible." "Are they in danger?"

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.