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“Who is this fearless guy to be so daring to intrude my Dragonite Village. Where does he manage to summon his guts?” A loud voice traveled into Lucas and Ginny’s ears. Lucas smiled faintly with his stunning face fully composed. Suddenly, the leader of the Gale Wolf Dark Race appeared before Lucas and Ginny. “Ginny?” The leader of the Gale Wolf Dark Race looked at Ginny, astonished. Yesterday, he only injured her badly, yet today she was in pink health. “Ginny, it’s your utmost luck that I didn’t kill you yesterday. I didn’t expect you to be so daring to come forth to the leader of the Dragonite Village!” The leader of the Gale Wolf Dark Race stared hard at Ginny.

I realized my mistake when Zaika's eyes fell in my direction and he lost his concentration on Asher. "Look out!" I shouted again in a panic. Suddenly a dark shadow filled the sky and a black blur flew by lifting both of them into the sky. My mouth fell open at the male that looked identical to Zaika only older with large black feathered wings. "Who in the hell is that?" Gallum huffed in annoyance. We couldn't hear what was being said but the dark-winged creature was berating Asher causing the King's champion to hang his head in shame. Zaika had tilted his head and was listening to what was being said. Being so enthralled with what was happening in the sky I hadn't been paying attention to Ga

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Dre got out of bed still in his underwear. Ethan sat in the sitting room, wearing running clothes and a white towel over his shoulder. “Where are we running to?” Dre asked, shocked. “It’s time for your morning run. Your schedule requires you to keep your feet moving,” Jax said, showing his tablet. “Are we wizards or something? This is 5 a.m.!” Dre exclaimed. “It’s not midnight—it’s 5 a.m. You’ll get used to it,” Jax said. The door opened, and another woman entered. Her eyes met Jax’s briefly before she looked away; they clearly had some tension.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

"Their husbands had unwittingly played right into our hands, fearing the chaos that might ensue. Little did they know that they had given us a golden opportunity. Now, Dark Lord and Demon King, you can confidently transform these two women into vessels for our ritual without any risk at all." Raven's patience snapped. "You're courting death... You're really courting death!" In the blink of an eye, three ice spears shot out, merging into a single long spear. Raven flicked his wrist, and the spear hurtled toward the commander. The commander tried to dodge on instinct, but Kael's aura of death held him frozen in place. On closer look, that same aura was slowly scorching the commander's flesh. K

Hearing her scream my name, feeling her walls greedily milking my cock, watching her head throw back—all of it right before she exploded into another wave of blinding pleasure—made the monster inside me laugh again. My dark, triumphant laughter filled our bedroom as my little swan completely broke apart underneath me, beautifully ruined.

His chest heaved, and his breath came in erratic gasps, matching the uneven palpitations of his heart. The amulet glowed furiously, its amber, green, and blue hues rising and swelling in the confines as it fought alongside him. A strange hum emanated inside, an eerie song beyond translation. Nathaniel sensed they weren't alone. The air in the cabin was closer, and the shadows seemed more menacing. The candle, burning low on the desk, seemed unable to combat them, quivering as it melted into the wax. 'Sing holly, go whistle, sing ivy!'

Arah’s voice echoed, growing faint and distorted. “Zylas!” he bellowed, but the dragon was no longer his. Drusden had regained control. Gildeon considered unfurling his own scaled wings, but the thought died just as quickly. That would burn through his last energy reserves, leaving him unable to fight. A few feet away, Drusden’s laughter rolled through the room. The Headwitch stepped into a clearing in the fog, his expression manic, eyes swallowed by inky blackness. His aura flared—a crimson haze thick as blood, pulsing with dark veins that crawled along his skin.

She quickly skimmed over them before turning her blank stare back to the man in front of her. "Jared Knight, 26 years old, born and raised in the area, joined Golden Ridge at the tender age of 16 after your dear older brother joined." Summer began reciting what she had just read. "Golden Ridge is well aware to stay away from La Fiet given this is The Dragon Guards turf, so please enlighten me, why are you here?" "For fun." Jared snapped spitting out a mouthful of blood. Stepping forward Summer remained silent as this time she clamped her plyers on Jared's pointer finger.