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"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

“As were the first wolves.” Now Moera looked interested. Very interested. “The first wolves?” The dragon inclined her head. “The oldest bloodlines were never entirely mortal.” The old Alpha didn’t look surprised. Not entirely. Which told Ekreth she probably suspected as much already. “The Forge reshaped creation.” Maeraxa continued. “It merged bloodlines. Dragon.” She pointed toward Ekreth. “Wolf.” Toward Moera. “More gods.” Toward Lyra. Then finally her gaze settled on Vaeleth. “And something else. Something that was peculiar safeguard.”

I say, looking at Ishir who nods. “So, twenty-three in total,” Avani says. I nod, watching Ishir. “Four fire dragons, three earth dragons, four water dragons, six Lycans and six elves,” I continue, Ishir watching me as he tastes the air before he nods with my assessment. “You said they are hybrids, though, right?” Merethyl asks. “Yes, but the main scent on them is most likely the base DNA that was used before they added the second,” Ishir says. “Which one of those is Sunshine?” I ask Ishir.

Jade moved to sit on the bed, with her legs crossed. “What exactly is a Dragon’s mate?” “Basically, it is just like a husband and wife. It is a Dragon’s way of getting married. Except a little different. You see when a Dragon finds his mate, there is no other female for him. They are extremely loyal. In fact, it is physically impossible for a Dragon to be with anyone other than their mate.” Staring at her blankly, I waited for her to continue explaining it to me.

The singing intensified and the whole area started to glow as little orbs of pure white light and a warm golden light lifted up out of the ground and floated above the heads of all those in the circle. "What is happening?" Kahlia asked, his voice quiet in awe. Willow answered beside him. "They are calling on the magic of the land and pulling it forth to aid Dean in his first full merge with his Dragon." "It takes that much magic?" Mark looked over at him with a small frown. "It does these days...once even my ancestors had enough magic dwelling within their own cores to hold the spirit of a wrym within themselvesand merge with it without the need for assistance.

she said. “I did it without blinking Nova, I lost almost everyone I cared about that day but I made a promise to myself, to those kids, and if I hadn’t we’d all be dead, because Wynter merged when he was five and one day Echo will be stronger than Abeloth,” I said. “They wanted Wynter?” she asked me. “Wynter and Megan, she was the first woman to merge with a dragon, and she died fighting for her freedom.” “I’m sorry you lost so much,” she said.

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i