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"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

I demanded, my grip tightening on the hilt of my sword as I looked up at the towering, white-stone Moonlight pack house at the top of the hill. "He's inside, Alpha," Marcus rasped, wiping blood from his jaw. "He's locked down the core bunker. He's trying to burn the ledger records before we breach the doors." "Let him burn them," I smirked, a dangerous, ruthless curve of my lips. "The land belongs to the Blackwood crown now. His papers mean nothing." I began to stride up the hill, my warriors forming a protective, lethal wedge around me as we approached the grand marble steps of Darren’s estate. This was the place where they had locked Natalie away. This was the place where they had treated

I clenched the dagger tightly with simmering rage. "How many did we lose?"I asked again. "None came back alive, my Queen." Adrienne answered again for the fifth time. I clenched my jaw. "You have investigated like I told you to?" "Yes, my Queen. Our sources tell me it was the dragon. He burned them alive at once." I swiveled and glared at Adrienne. "Did they not tell us Neradia would be unguarded?! Did they not tell us the one with ichor in his veins would be away?!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he backed a step away.

He also told me about Dierdre, who I have known for years. I knew that Dierdre had a few shifters she was related to, but I had no idea they were part of the Dark Swamp pack. I had been told that the shifter part of her family had relocated their pack, the Evening Gold Star Pack, back to England. I had heard through the grapevine that the lycan king at the time had gone to war with a couple of packs there and had killed the alphas. I climb into my car and head towards the border of Louisiana and Mississippi. I am meeting an old friend. I called him the other day and explained what was going on, and he asked me to come to him. It should take me about two and a half to get to his house f

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

I need to know how he could have been there when the foundation of the great hall was built. It turns out that, the Lick'a Liquor Night Club is Lucifer's residence. How the Azanian warlock knows this, beats me. The sight before us as we arrive is heart-stopping. I see my father's magnificent pitch black wolf tearing into a horde of amor-clad fighters and weird dog-like creatures. His attacks are lethal and ferocious. I also see Darius and uncle Luke's wolves. All our warriors who followed my father are relentless in their attacks. There is blood and gore everywhere. The stench of blood is suffocating. Assessing the situation, I see that our warriors have the upper hand and none seem to be in

There were to remain outside these pack land like a shadow , so no one in the midnight pack will see them, we were secretly prepared for a war incase one happens. As we walked deeper into the woods, beautiful houses came in sight but one was the most outstanding of all houses which looked like a huge mansion and a skyscraper. The building which carried a particular scent. The most amazing scent hit me like a slap on the cheek as we continued to walk by ,I felt the need to ask who owns the building and walk inside to admire the view and quench my curiosity. It smelled like pure forest, just after a rainy day, when the sunshine came out and every living creature was happy with the world; it w

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.