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-Green, huh? - I thought with a smile. -So apparently, my mate is a descendant of the Narhas'fa, huh? - I gave him a goofy Draygana grin. -I guess I am. Do you think you can live with that? - He smoothed his hand down my scales sending shivers down my spine. "Yes, my mate. Even if you had never been a Draygon at all I would still love you the same," he admitted before backing away and changing.

Because they were forged by her bloodline. “You are the descendant of the First Lunar Ailura,” I say, realization dawning. “You don’t have to fight it. You have to command it.” Her lips part in shock, but she doesn’t deny it. She feels it, just as I do. The abyss lunges.

The Spade crest — a serpent eating its tail — was emblazoned on the spine. Pages were flipped. Names written in rust-red ink. Vosvak Spade — Arcane Doctrine Minister, subsequently exiled for necrotic experimentation and treason. Family: assumed executed or lost. Miyal went cold. Assumed. Not confirmed. His hands shook as he turned the page. There — a hastily scrawled line. Almost obliterated. One daughter: name blacked out. Concealed by surrogate family inside Citadel walls. Records were burned. A chill spread down his back.

I frowned and said, “Us? What are you talking about?” As I heard him smile, he said, “I know I’m not the only one, my goddess. But it’s a price I’m willing to pay to have you with me again. I can share you, as long as I never separate from you again. I have waited for you for centuries, Suicune.” I sighed again. “Maddison.” “What do you mean?” “My name is Maddison. I may be the reincarnation of Suicune, but at this time, under this family, I am Maddison Spencer–Bennett, heir to the royal throne.”

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.

"What kind of trap, Dad?" "A very beautiful one, a demon!" Nara exclaims angrily. "They made him believe he was half of her!" "How could they do that, Mum?" Gil asks, understanding Nara's fury, especially now that she is in that position with Aren and the fifth daughter of the Moon, wanting to know everything. "And where were you?" "I was the daughter of an Ancient who was determined that I should be half of my childhood friend, a Major Archon, but I wasn't, and they knew it," Nara explains sadly.

“My mother had witch blood running in her veins. She and Father created that spell to strengthen the warriors' loyalty and to be certain that no one aside from those who come from Father's or Mother's bloodline could command them. They are now loyal to me because I shed my blood standing on the shore of one of the Dark Lakes and recited the spell. If Nathair did the same and nothing happened…” “That would prove that he is not the son of Alpha Vardan,” I finished, and she nodded. “But if I'm wrong, this test could be the end of me.” She lowered her head. “The spell was designed to let the strongest descendant rule, and since I'm obviously weaker than Nathair, the armies would become his.” I c

Back then, the breakup between Lucas Fenrir and Nara Boris had caused an uproar within the pack. Later on, he married me only because Nara despised me. I was nothing more than a low-ranking Omega—born into insignificance without power or status. However, I happened to share a striking resemblance to Nara, the daughter of a noble family in the Silver Shadow Pack. That resemblance became her greatest humiliation, and Nara loathed me with every fiber of her being. As for Lucas, he just wanted her to suffer.

S idastir grimaced while he rose to his feet; the pain was excruciating. His consort had just breathed fire. He took a mental note of it being a potential threat in the future as he did not want to be transformed wandering bonfire during their arguments. The spectators were speechless. They shouted and cheered at the same time. He was able to hear how someone is roaring that Akana was the descendant of a dragon. Sidastir had no idea how possessing Dragonfire had become a descendant of one, but it was better than the demon they had claimed Akana to before.

Darius then transferred the child successfully but has lost almost all of his Tadara to Angelina. "You would be powerful, but remember with great power comes great responsibility," he said and handed her a gold necklace. *** I started crying and brought out the gold necklace from my neck. I claimed to hate Darius but for some reason that gold necklace was always on my neck and I never removed it. It had a fire pendant, it stood and symbolised the few children of fire left. "Darius is the last child of fire left, but thanks to you, there is now a boy named Thorfin your son, your egg and he is a child of fire," Gaara said.