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He towered over Drake in this form, but Drake didn’t flinch away from him. “If you can’t pull your head out of that little cunt, I’ll have to send someone else. Especially now that the dragons are involved. We are running out of time. If the flames merge, it will cause us a great deal of trouble.” Drake nodded his head. “It’s time for the demons to overthrow the dragons and claim our rightful place as the most powerful race known to the supernatural world.”

Not the way history will twist it, but as it truly happened. The mortal kingdoms grew too fast. They took the land in smoke and iron, and the great races fell back into the shadows. Wolves hid in the deep forests and mountains. Vampires locked their doors beneath the earth. Witches and wizards vanished behind illusions. My kind, the dragons, slipped into the veils between realms. Six clans. Six elements. Six prides too old and too stubborn to bend. Retreat should have saved us. Instead, it starved us of trust. Old grudges sharpened until they cut open the future. I saw it coming. So did three others. Cillian Hawthorne. Selene Nerezza. Alaric Everley.

“I wanted my mate and out of this hell. To escape, I needed a dragon. A dragon that I could control, so I walked the boundary a lot. Over the past month or two, I was drawn to the boundary of your territory. While they were trying to recharge after yet another failed attempt to summon a dragon, I met a group of girls. They were easy to convince to step into my territory. Even easier to seduce. A redhead named Lenore told me that she had a girl whom she wanted to teach a lesson to. I assumed it was a dragon girl, so I gave her a blade in exchange for help. All they had to do was put tarragon in the water supply, and it would weaken many. In their weakened state, their dragon would have gone t

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

The young women were eventually stolen away from all that they knew and brought to the dragon's realm. Our mothers appeared happy and I never doubted that my mother loved my father. Dragons produce only male offspring, so the stealing of virgins was as old as time. I think if we were able to form a bond with the terrified brides before stealing them away, we may have had a chance. This wasn't the Goddess's plan for us.

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.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.

The DragonBorns had been cursed for the past six hundred years, and everyone knew the ancient tale. Six hundred years ago, the six supernatural races lived in uneasy peace. But the DragonBorns grew greedy and unleashed fire across the realm, wanting to be the race who ruled over the others. While the other kingdoms cowered in fear, only the Werewolves were brave enough to fight hard against the DragonBorns, even as they died in masses. Hope was almost lost on the blood-soaked battlefield, until a werewolf-witch hybrid named Nali’yum had slit her own throat and laid a curse on the DragonBorns: