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he laughed to Yner head of house Gyras. Mare turned her attention back to the opening. The dragon, ferocious marvelous beast that it was, was a lot larger than she had dreamed, looking fierce and angry as its slit-shaped eyes, bright and amber, reflecting the glow of the fires, searched the arena. A snort escaped its nostrils and smoke followed, dark and swirling. Its huge scaly head turned and its right eye stared in Mare’s direction.

“Purple, ladies. It’s purple.” The color of royalty. I swallow nervously at the amethyst bracelet adorned around my wrist. The trinket hanging around my neck is of a black dragon, with small citrine stones for eyes. yet as Maren reaches for the leather strap of my pendant, my hand graps hers gently. “this stays, please.” Maren doesn’t argue, opting instead to brush hair from my face and direct my gaze to the mirror. My mouth falls open on a gasp.

However, its eyes were closed, and it had blazing red hair. The evil spirit was glowing from head to toe as it radiated an unsettling, malevolent aura. “It’s in the middle grade of Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation?!” Rebella exclaimed. Truett had his jaw dropped. “That thing is in the middle grade of Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation?!” “Run!” Xitlaly shouted at the top of her voice. She summoned her nine cyan dragons to carry everyone except James into the air.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

I rub my cheek along him and a rumble comes from him that sends all sorts of tingles through me. As I turn my head to the other side I see Dragus shifting into his dragon form just as big as Darian's but silver instead of gold, the same piercing eyes looking back at me, he moves slowly towards me just as cautious as Darian, when he reaches me, he does the same as his brother and runs his head along my other side with a rumble of his own. I wrap my body around him as he brings his head back. He gives me a toothy grin that I all but return.

Dracon smiled as he clasped his brothers hand in his “She is a feisty one….She took out Jacobi all by herself…he was one of my best…too bad..” He shrugged as he took a seat near the table. Anatoly sat down as well and looked at his brother “How did she do that?” Dracon smiled as he replied “She is a special wolf…there was a purple mist that forced him to shift and then ended his life…she is a white wolf with golden and purple spirals…they were glowing when she did that..and so were her eyes….but they are different…they glow gold purple and blue all at once…that is odd is it not?”

looking out at the raging water metres below them. “Dragina!” she called scanning the water below, for a moment she thought nothing would happen when suddenly the shimmering grey-blue dragon burst from the waters, spraying them with the icy spray of the sea. Her glittering blue eyes blazed as she opened her mouth, Drakayaan growled dangerously, and their eyes met. Layana took the moment to lock her gaze with Dragina, keeping her powers ready just in case she decided to freeze her.

We were here to fill graves, not ranks. A sudden hush fell over the courtyard as I stood waiting for orders. That’s when I saw him. The Alpha Prince of Nethian. Lucian Draxon. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and impossibly composed, his black hair gleaming beneath the pale sun. Tattoos coiled up his arms and neck like living vines, disappearing beneath his dark uniform. His violet eyes—unnatural and otherworldly—swept over the conscripts, cold and calculating.