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He looked it over and smiled at Terry, "Welcome to the Black Dragon guild. I'm glad we were able to add two new members today." Hearing the guild's name, Terry looked slightly offended, "Why is your guild called the black dragon guild? Dragons are much stronger than humans in every way. Aren't you afraid of offending a dragon that might be passing by?" The man chuckled lightly, "Of course, we're not worried about dragons, they never leave their territory, and when they do, it's normally to visit Grancia or Welas. So why would a dragon come here? But I'm sure if a dragon did come here and start causing trouble, all our guild members combined could take it down, so there's no reason to worry."

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

“I am the child of crown and flame, Yet not my father’s cruel acclaim. He steals what none should ever own, I bring the lost ones safely home.” Ryuki My dragon is many things; he’s intelligent, cunning, sarcastic, annoying, flirtatious, powerful, and fierce. But I’ve never known my dragon to recoil in the face of someone else’s anger. Until now.

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

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

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Maybe that was why he was no longer with his tribe. The gigantic dragon’s head leaned forward, its snake-like neck curving majestically so one side of its eye could meet mine. Creed’s natural dark eyes with a hint of amber flickered back and forth from his dark fired ones. Only one word could describe this dragon, the same as Creed. Beautiful.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.