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I shake my head no with so little movement that I don’t think that any one else could see the gesture. “I Morbius Murdock reject you Julia Henning as my soul bonded mate and life partner” As the first word spills from my lips, I throw my dragon into the cage that I kept him in for years. I blink in horror as I watch as he is torn apart by invisible forces inside my head. I clench my teeth as my legs threaten to buckle from the pain in my chest. As expected my brother releases as furious roar as my mate screams.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

he says excitedly. "You're referring to dragons ore aren't you? One of few known metals to be unbreakable," I say. "Right again," Fimrouck cheers. "We're going to reforge Chieftain Eleonora's blade using dragons ore. Dragons ore while being powerful is the hardest metal to work with. It takes extreme temperatures just to melt it down and once your weapon has been crafted there's no going back. Dragons ore can't be reforged," he continues.

As the heir of the Tenebris, darkness Dragons, and Princess of all 8 clans, I should uphold the same views, but I couldn't, thanks to my father. The shop was rather busy when we entered. Several women ogled pieces on the mannequins but looked disgruntled when the assistants to the shop told them the prices. It seemed that the plummet in currency affected everyone. The owner of the shop stared down at us as we browsed alongside the rest of her customers. By the looks of it, we would be the only ones who purchased anything, but the burly woman with terrible grey streaks still glared. Cyra aimed for a turquoise gown in the furthest corner, with white embellishments. Everything was made of sub-p

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

I ask. I've never heard of anything like it. There are many things in this world a lot stronger than steel that weapons can be made from, but this one is new to me. "Dragon's ore can only be obtained by dragons. It is made from the shell of dragon eggs, the strongest material in this world. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to break anything made from it. Dragon eggs are meant to withstand nearly anything, the only thing that can deal any damage is extreme fires. These burn hotter than any furnace. Once the eggshell has been melted down, it can never be melted again," Soren explains all this easily so I can understand.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,