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“The golden dragon has arrived!” A majestic voice could be heard following the appearance of a golden dragon. The dragon twisted and twirled in the sky before it disappeared into the clouds. The chat went crazy. “What the **** Golden Scale Dragon? That’s the ultimate gift! It cost like ten million!” “This is the first time I have seen someone gifted a Golden Scale Dragon! I think this is the first since this app was introduced!” “Who did it?” Not only Cyan’s live stream, but the entire SnapTok platform lost its calm over the sudden occurrence.

Also, I would like to see how loyal my newest pet was. Adrienne lowered his head and eyes. "Forgive me." I pointed at the dagger my pet held before looking him in the eye. "Do not lose that. Only three of its kind have been forged and this is the last. Only that can harm the Fae dragon. Just a scratch is lethal enough to a regular Fae. One blow should do the trick. Can I trust you with this?" He tilted his head to and observed my face for a bit. "Yes. I will not misplace your trust."

replied Gerald with a slight brown before tossing the Heavenly Guard Order into the air…! Now that it had the support of the Heavenly Guard Order, the golden dragon instantly grew many times more powerful! Soon enough, even the floor beneath the headless general began to crack from the dragon’s immense pressure...! With Gerald—who was the strongest among them—and the twelve experts preoccupied with the headless general, Master Greendrake gave a smirk before pointing at the entrance… and shooting out a black light from the tip of his finger!

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Boom! "Roar!" The dragon roared and opened its claws. The giant golden dragon's finger immediately erupted with divine waterfall-like splendor. It weaved and tore apart everything in its path. "Damn Zephyr Khan, you've successfully angered me. You're dead meat. The Golden Dragon Finger is a peerless unique skill that I've practiced for so many years. Even a Emperor-level disciple can't fight it head-on!" Facing Sikong Jiuzhi's Golden Dragon Finger, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but become very serious. The terrible aura of the Golden Dragon Finger kept flowing like a real dragon.

said Drake, still clutching June tightly. June's back was now facing the mirror, so she had to turn back to look in the mirror. When June turned, she found that on her back was a golden mark that looked like a tattoo but was shining. The mark is round, resembling a dragon in a circle. June also just realized that her eyes were now shining golden. Whatever Drake had blown into his eyes made him like this. “W-what is that?” asked June. “A sign that you are The Dragon King's Mate,” replied Drake.

The black case contained a very intricately designed golden leather opener and a golden fountain pen. Both utensils were golden with black hilts depicting a body of a golden dragon braided along the sides. The heads of the dragons ended on the tops with their mouths gaping open in a roar, about to breathe fire. Claire swore she could imagine the loud rumble; feel the heat about to ignite from the mouths. The journal had a clear gem in the center, with two crescent moons above and below it and a Celtic border along the edges of the leather. Jack’s irritation became obvious when he looked at the gift and took a swallow from his whiskey. “Only a damn dragon would give someone gold and diamonds.

He walked right past, not throwing me a single glance. But the scent clinging to him was intensely familiar. It was ambergris—the heavy, musk-like pheromone the dragon race secreted only when aroused. I knew instantly: Clara had already slept with him. It was inevitable, really. Once the women of House Silvermoon come of age, the potent bloodline within us begins to stir restlessly. It craves a bond with a powerful mate to achieve balance. The moment we encounter a dominant male, our instincts draw us to them like a moth to a flame.