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he said. “Are we friends now?” I asked him and he laughed heartily at that. “I think we could be,” he said. “What’s the catch?” I asked him. “You start tonight,” he said and leaned forward. “You also don’t ask me why I want these people dead.” “You are my King and my duty is to serve and protect the throne,” I said as I stood up. “A true dragon warrior. I’m glad to know that for once the rumours were true,” he said and stood up.

Her power was awe-inspiring, and it filled me with a renewed sense of hope. As the battle raged on, the sky became a battleground, with dragons swooping and diving, unleashing torrents of fire and lightning upon the enemy forces. The air crackled with magic as the witches wove their spells, creating barriers and hurling bolts of energy at our adversaries. The dragons' alliance with us proved to be a turning point in the war, their formidable presence bolstering our defences and striking fear into the hearts of our adversaries. Through it all, Chester led the pack with unwavering resolve, his presence commanding and reassuring in the midst of the chaos. His strategic mind and unyielding brave

He felt the spirit of the first master of Imperial Dragon and Blake Frost within him. As a citizen of Dragonsland, he was determined to fight for the honor of his country. People from Dragonsland online, filled with grief, covered their eyes, whispering the same mantra, “Commanding the heavens, the path is bright, the dragon soars across the seas.” Only when there was a country could there be a home! A sentiment deeply felt by many.

Charms read from her laptop while Nix typed. “What is a warrior’s call?” Lucky asked curiously. “A dragon warrior’s call is sort of like a beacon, a nine-one-one, or a distress signal; which alert all golden dragons. They are bound by the Dragon God, to protect the innocent when a black dragon attacks. But they hadn’t heard a dragon’s call, since the end of the war. She had gotten it when Lynx tried to attack us to get to the babies. Now, I’m thinking he knew what he was doing when he attack. I think he knew that Nix’s dragon would be called if he attacked you and she would have no choice but the answer the call. When the golden dragons are called, they become connected to whoever calls for

My chest immediately pressed against his, I bit my lip as sudden electric sparks ignited my whole body, sending an unbelievable sensation straight to my core. My eyes opened, I didn't even realise I had closed them. I expected to meet his eyes, but I was instead met with the opposite wall. His lips leaned in close to my ear, I could feel his hot breath fanning against my cheek, "Okay princess, let's get one thing clear. You can insult me all you want, but don't even think for a second I'll let you insult my people. You're a little human in the realm of dragons. They will tear you apart with one single word I give them," His lips touched my ears as he spoke, sending delightful shivers to run

Nothing, I can wait for an eternity. The dragon didn't know how wrong he was. Somewhere above, hidden in the shadow, the warrior waited for the dragon to turn. The warrior slowly went down the wall. He stopped. The dragon opened one eye; the warrior stood like a frozen statue. He hoped that the dragon would continue to sleep. He moved a step closer. The dragon moved to the side. He moved forward. The dragon opened his eyes. "I see you! I know! You are here! Come out," the dragon said. "There is enough for all, if you aren't greedy."

Adonis sighed, exhaling deeply. Though he was still annoyed, the intimidating pressure he exuded began to dissipate. “What this world needs are saviors—soldiers who are willing to see the bigger picture and fight for the greater good.” He wasn’t wrong. The threat of the Dragons loomed larger with each passing day, and the Alliance desperately needed capable warriors. “But what I see before me are still immature children who think this is all a game and desire to be pampered.” Given their age, their previous displays of immaturity were understandable.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

He was willing to sacrifice everything but he just could not do anything that would get his kingdom or his people in trouble. He could just pray for everything to be normal. He could just pray for his mate to wait until he could have a lifetime with the people he loved. He could not deny his mate. But he also could not leave Berry and Charlie. They were his lifeline. Everything was too tangled with each other. The more he was trying to unknot the ropes, they got even more tangled up. He did not know what to do or where to begin with. But he had a path to follow at least. A path that was clear because of the mighty dragon. And he was ready to jump into the war his father had started.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.