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' thought Charlotte with a smile while looking at the dragon king Damien reading a book . She tried to escape , she tried to run , she tried to make a deal with him but his obsession over her , made things even more difficult . '''''''''Hello everyone ! The author here ! I hope you like my new story ! This is chapter is a summary of the story . The next chapter is where the story really begins . Please , don't forget to leave a review or a comment after reading it ! Love ya !!!!! ''''''''''''

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

No one would, for they knew going against their King would end them up dead. Sitting atop his horse, Toban smirked down at the village below him. Dragons in different shades of red and grey flew around breathing fire on the once happy village. This is what he wanted. He wanted the village to remember who their king was and who their king would always be. Once Toban had the Great Book, he would be able to live forever. The power the book would give him would be enough to have him living for many moons to come. Hearing the scream of his people, Toban turned to look at his general. "I want all of them brought back to the Palace at once."

" It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire." Vincent watch in astonishment as the girl kept touching the dragon who wasn't bothered to move. Knowing how mischievous Minerva could be, he held her waist, stopping her from climbing onto the dragon. They were like insects in front of the large dragon and the air coming from it's nostrils were like a gust of wind. " Perhaps he could show us where the others are! Come!" Minerva was awed and climbed onto the dragon with Vincent who was looking at the dragon eye to eye.

I shivered as Draken's overheated body pressed flush against mine, and a deep, comforted moan escaped his lips. Face flushed, I froze and nervously braced myself, expecting him to take the final step. But all he did was cling to me, nuzzling and not making a single move. That was when it struck me that he had no idea what he was doing at all! My heart leaped. Just as I was going to guide Draken through every step, he let out a startled cry and shifted into a golden dragon. His massive dragon form filled the bridal chamber as he hovered wildly in the air. With a crash, the glass shattered before he hurled himself through the window and darted out in a panicked escape.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

I opened my eyes. “Did you see it?” Clairmont glanced at me as I glanced him back. “Yo,” I tilted my head and gave him a strange look. “How can a dragon that big live in this world?” “What are you talking about?” Why am I hearing that a lot these days? “Obviously because this world is bigger than them. It’s the golden balance, I tell you.” He’s starting to sound more like a game character. Then again, if the novel did become a game, what genre would it be?

“The one she captured? Yes, I remember it. We’re going to release that thing? I don’t know which is worse. That thing is very temperamental.” “It’s currently under master’s control, albeit a forceful takeover of the mind. It should be good for the few days we need. The ritual is not a long process. It would take about an hour. This dragon can buy us enough time.” “Do you realize what could go wrong? The Capital is fortified with barriers that make it impossible for werecreatures and dragons to attack from the skies. We could be trapped in there forever.”

A gray dragon landed on a ridge, and someone mounted a black one before the commoners around me had found a trail. Viola put one boot in the dragon's stirrup. “You said you were going to win.” Her gaze swept over my dusty clothes. “Try surviving the preliminaries first.” Then she climbed onto the yellow dragon. The dragon launched itself into the air. Its wings sent dust into my face, and I turned aside until Viola disappeared beyond the cliffs. I spat grit onto the ground. I'd spent years tending the caravan's horses. Maybe I could approach a dragon the same way.