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Hahaha, I will obviously pick the drag. [Due to High INT stat a Cursed evolution have been unlocked] - Demon of Sloth - Gains class {Necromancer} Holy...!

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

I didn't notice the impact that had on the others, nor the fear that arose from them; I just concentrated on the fact that Nadine looked beautiful naked, with her hands wrapped in shadows and the murderous look in her eyes. Connor got up at once and hugged Nadine; Drago returned to his human form and approached me. “I need you to hold on, buddy,” the dragon said before he charged me, and suddenly we heard Alis scream. “Go away now!” The fairy leader shouted. “More wizards are coming, and we must close the doors. Run for the hillside!” Drago charged me, and I felt my body fade, then I watched as Nadine hurriedly dressed and approached me. She closed her eyes and pulled at the bond that held u

Draven roared. “I didn't do anything! Alpha Nyxion! I'm innocent! Please, believe me!” She cried, struggling against Draven's grip. Everything slowed down as Naeris was dragged away from the room. She held Draven's hand and sank her teeth into his flesh. Draven's face twisted ugly and he let go of her. Naeris stumbled on the floor running towards me, her pale hands reaching out to me as if holding on to her last hope. As her hands were about to hold me, a strong hand came into my vision and gripped hers away.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

I look around wildly for the source of the noise. “Oh fuck,” Cadyn curses. I look up and see a massive red dragon rise up from the forest. My eyes immediately lock onto the girl on its back. “Lyza.” She stands on the back of her uncle’s dragon, her red dress flowing around her. There is a black crown atop her flaming red hair, just like the messenger said. Dozens of dragons suddenly appear all around them, all some shade of red or black and absolutely massive. The fear of my pack fills my senses.

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

The memory reel fast forwarded to a particular forest where a bald girl with a dark black Dragon tattoo etched on her scalp, was left alone in the creepy place. The most striking part of the Dragon tattoo was that, it had a small pearl between its fangs. That pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ !! Woah !! The scene shifted to the bald girl trying to help out a cute, innocent boy from falling into a waterfall and throwing away a snake with a laugh when the boy pouted, evidently horrified. His green eyes were mesmerizing. Familiar but breathtakingly beautiful. Awww. They looked so cute and perfect together.

Anala says, just as I hear a roar in the stadium. I turn and see that Morgan has shifted into a gorgeous blue dragon, the color of blue topaz, a water dragon. “Is she a pure dragon?” I ask, completely enthralled with her glittering scales. “Yes, she’s like me, hatched in a lab,” Anala says distractedly. The talking in the stadium has stopped and all eyes are on the claim below. “You are mine, Morgan,” Aithlin says stepping forwad. Morgan roars, water pouring out of her mouth like a heavy waterfall.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr