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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.

said King Edgar Barnabas with a smile. *** Spirit dimension. Inside the sacred Mana Tree trunk. Draco trained to absorb Mana Tree's magic energy all day long and processed it into his own magical energy. The simplest exercise he did was changing his form into a dragon that had its full size. From Zergenth's explanation, Draco knew that the true color of his scales and eyes was golden, like the color of his heart. Right now, his scales were black because he didn't have a strong enough dragon magic power in his body. His eyes were red due to the coloration of Jergintarth's heart that was inside Draco's chest.

I called him as Drake also left with them. “Yes,” He inquired. “I need your help,” “Yeah?” He asked. “Can you tell me the details of Dragane’s appearance?” He thinned his eyebrows and nodded otherwise. “Yeah, sure,” He said and started telling me about Dragane. His long and strong physique, dressing style, hair and eye color and at last he told me about his long braid. “That's it,” I said to stop him. “That is what I needed to know,” I said and he asked.

“It’s not the same.” “Isn’t it? Netra just hatched several weeks ago. Where was she before then? Did she play a part in whatever reason you have to hate dragons?” “It’s not the same!” Rania insisted as she stared hard at the dragonet. “You can’t change my mind.”

Fog crept over the field, blurring my vision tightening my chest with every passing minute. Then, “I didn’t lose,” Nicholas snarled. “I didn’t!” Silence followed. A whole team against one and he still failed. Relief and terror collided violently inside me. “The girl is mine.” I turned sharply. The stranger removed his helmet, sweat darkening his hair, his chest rising with controlled breaths. His gaze found me instantly unwavering. Nicholas exploded. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I didn’t think. I moved.

In a grave voice, Oliver said, “Contrary to what the immortals know that Fire Dragons rule all the dragons, there are devil dragons that we don’t know the existence of. I only knew it after getting to the dark side.” Draven: “Things are getting more complicated. In the next moment, they might find a new phoenix to kill Lumara, or another queen fae material to replace Crystal.” Crystal let out a deep sigh, “I never thought of that, but that would probably happen later.” Draven was about to say something more when a series of footsteps disturbed them. When they turned their heads, Nayara was standing there and nervously fiddling with her fingers. Crystal and Oliver looked at each other and lef

Aurelia laughed. A servant came around to fill everyone’s cups with tea and coffee and then another circulated with a decanter of blood. The thought of drinking blood used to make Seraphina’s stomach turn but now, her mouth immediately began to water at the smell of it. For a while, everyone ate in a pleasant silence. “You wouldn’t guess what I saw when I looked out of my window last night,” Antoinette suddenly spoke up. “What was is my dear?” asked Narcissus. “Well” Antoinette continued, “I saw a purple ball of fire shoot across the sky followed by the most beautiful silver dragon”. Everyone in the room immediately turned to look at Seraphina. “Actually sister, Seraphina’s dragon’s skin sha

I say. “But you’re mine! You can’t turn me down! Your goddess made you my mate,” Aiden grits as I see his eyes pulse. Black, yellow, black, yellow, black, yellow, golden glow… “I put Aiden to sleep using my power, we will be okay for now, but we both should rest. If you don’t mind, I will assume my form for now,” Drelduin says, stepping back and shifting into the dragon from my painting, then laying down in front of me, the dim light from the single bulb gleaming off the golden sheen of his black scales.