Dragon Quest Chapters Of The Chosen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aleena ’s POV Ok, so in the last week alone, I find out that I’m allegedly “the chosen one” after having a private one-on-one meeting with Selene, the actual Moon Goddess herself, after I bashed my head trying to save one of the cheerleaders from being crushed by 3 football players. I apparently already have my wolf, but I can only hear her at this point, and she wants me to train with some other pack to get stronger so we can shift and prepare for this alleged on coming war, BUT I have to do a shit ton of research to try and figure out who “they” are that are coming to attack us first so that way I can receive the “proper training”. Plus, the icing on the cake, there’s that mystery guy with

This must be Orchid. “I told the two of you that you should have chosen me as a mate. All that little whore did was get the two of into trouble.” Chelsea sneers. Fuck, I forgot about her. She is heavily pregnant and has some guy I have never seen standing beside her. I hiss at her and tell her that Dray and I would have never chosen a whore like her as our mate and luna. She growls at me, but the guy tells her not to waste her time and breath. They walk away laughing as if they have won. I look around when I hear a roar. A huge white dragon lands not far from us as Zarlon and many of his warriors come barreling out of the forest. I recognise some of them as Travian’s warriors too.

Chapter 33: Accepting Fate Mink’s P.O.V As I stood at the edge of the Jharna, the icy wind biting at my skin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming isolation. The roar of the waterfall filled my ears, drowning out any other sound, echoing the turmoil within me. I stared into the abyss below, watching the water cascade down into the cavernous depths, its sheer power mesmerizing yet chilling.

I fumbled my toes, reading the chapters intently as the atmosphere quieted down. The other reason why I was so excited for the newest chapter was, it stopped at a good part where another new character is introduced. It was a mythical dragon, named as Clairmont but people called him Halberdier of Chaos, Rodrigar. Even though he’s just introduced in about a few chapters, somehow, he immediately became my favorite. I don’t know how should I put it, but maybe I’m attracted by how the author managed to explain his appearance in detail; a dark skin tone, piercing golden eyes with a spiraling red around it’s cornea, tall stature, and leanly muscular body. The author also stated in their notes that

He gave him his word he would make sure there king and queen would reunite. “It was so easy. He didn’t even second guess what a stranger was talking about. I mean come on dragons have been keeping there secret for years from them.” Charles chuckled. “All we had to say was the golden dragon was spotted and he was up and gone.” “For a mate he is pathetic.” Narleen smiled. Drezic was on his feet and charging them. His pain long forgotten as the pain in his heart fueled him. However he was no match for Charles as he was once again pinned to the ground.

She pulled away from the hug using her hands to wipe away my tears " Baby stop crying, you can stay, you don't need to go ,I have thought about it and I agree with you that you are young and not cut out for it, it like sending you into the Lions den, there would be alot of noble and vicious lady who would do anything for the throne. " Mum am going to apply and that final moreover am not going there to competite to be the queen, if i am lucky and I get choosen I will just stay there for a while till the allowance is able to pay up some debt and then I will do anything to get disqualify. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I strolled round the town, walking to my destination where I had to collect and fill

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

Instead I kissed her and grabbed her hand and using all the composure I could, led her upstairs and wore her out until the sun came up. After that, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. I had made it official; I’d chosen my mate. Before I told her what I was and what this would mean when I claimed her, I decided to go to the council to inform them that I had chosen a mate and would move forward from there.

"They say the true queen can stand in his fire and not burn.The dragon will kneel for her." "Hush," another one whispered. I did not look at them. I looked at my own hands. Half an hour ago I had been a girl who promised to live. Now I was a girl who had no plan, no friends in this place, and a knee that was beginning to throb again under its dirty bandage. A door opened at the far end of the yard. The man who came out was small and stooped, with a long, papery face. "Tributes," he said. "I am the chamberlain of the Dragon Court. The first round of selection begins now."

The scorching heat of a dragon seared right through my thin clothes, making my chest tremble. "Mate..." A dark fire ignited deep in his gold eyes. His burning lips reverently kissed my forehead, my nose, and finally, the corner of my mouth. "My Elara... My only one..." Every word he breathed was laced with a desperately restrained, almost feral tremor, like he was reciting the most sacred prayer. Caught in this aggressively possessessive yet intensely gentle embrace, I parted my lips and responded softly: "I'm here."