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Draco whispered to himself. This was the story of a dragon prince who had found his heart again and the lover he loved. May a happy and loving life accompany Draco in his every step in the future. May the power of The Heart of Magic always bless all beings in Magica. May all beings in Magica be happy. Have a good life. Thank you for loving the Dragon Prince’s Heart tales. End.

Not me,l nothing called rescued was ever in my life. “I heard they were dragons who know how to treat their females satisfactorily. I can't wait to meet one” She added, and that seemed to lift their spirits. “I heard that the prince will be coming to choose a bride this time. He had never shown up for any of the events in the past. I would be more than grateful because I know he would pick me. How excellent would it be to become the wife of the dragon prince!” A girl squealed happily. It was the head of Pack council’s daughter. Up until last year, she was promised to the Alpha’s heir, Orion. No one knows what happened between the two to date.

"Co-rule. Mine. Wear it." Hazel dissected gem pulse, thumb tracing facets, echo brow-mark childhood fall. Power thrummed offer—not cage, but throne shared. Jet intimacy replayed wrists-silk, his dominance yielded thrill; dojo gore forged trust visceral. But the South Side queen bowed to no rush. Mahogany fingers closed the box pocket slowly and deliberately, full lips curving into a half-smirk, echoing his. "Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first."

But Sabrina can try; she has nothing to lose. So, when she sees the Dragon King next—sitting elegantly on his horse, his gaze distant and so very detached, as though he finds nothing in the world interesting—Sabrina smiles at him. It is a smile full of flattery, yet she ensures he sees her sharp canines. ' I will gladly seduce you for your power, but if you mess with me, I will bite your Dick right off ' The King understands her meaning well enough. He gives her an unimpressed look, though his lips curl up the slightest bit, giving away his amusement. How interesting

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

she breathed with a soft smile on her face. “Speak?” Dalton and Stan’s voice reached her ears. “How is that possible?” Stan asked and looked at the retreating dragon. * Princess Ciara pondered in her room as she paced like a mad person. She saw it. The dragons came for Minerva, but how was that possible? It was the same as the first time a red-haired person appeared in RedShire. The door to her room banged against the wall as Riona stepped inside with a questioning expression on her face. “Did you see that?” She asked Ciara, who was still pacing. Her perfect demeanor had slipped off her face as she stared wide-eyed at Ciara.

At least if he couldn't help himself, helping her find a group would give him relief that they were people to watch her back. Drake fell silent as he thought of a better way. He was looking around the cell when his eyes fell on the book from before and an idea came to mind. “Hold on princess, If I remember correctly, I think there might be a ritual in that book that could help us identify dragon blood” he said as he got up and grabbed the book. “Really? That would be great. It would save us a lot of trouble” Elaina replied eagerly. If there was a better way, she was more than willing to give it a try.