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"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.

This is something else. She smirks evilly at his screams. “He needs to fight back or she will kill him.” Calista says from the side as he clutches his hair. “GAIA, GET HIM GO! NIC FIGHT BACK!” we watch as she chokes him when she laughs. A Roar comes from above us and we all look up to see Dragus in his dragon form as he dives closer to Gaia and pulls up as he grabs her in his paw. That action breaks the connection on Nic and he falls. Fen uses his magic to stop him from falling too fast, as he is unconscious. Fen catches him and they both land on the ground.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

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.

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.

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.

He wasn't fighting back, neither was he resisting and it infuriated me all the more. I slammed into him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and flung him across the room. I barely registered the shocked faces around. This was between my bastard of a mate and I, and I pretty much didn't give a damn about how much strength I was showcasing. He crashed into a table, breaking it into several pieces. I sifted again, aiming to strike again but something... Someone held my arm. "Danae." Nyxaria called with her voice in deep layers. My dragon stirred and I felt myself starting to slip... Much like... When Adrienne had... My vision sharpened with razor focus and bloodlust.

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.

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

Falynx’s presence was still about 10 kilometres away. “Be ready for battle.” Akame said. “Remember though, don’t kill it.” Matthew reminded her. A few minutes later, a gigantic figure could be seen flying in the sky. The creature had the body of a snake, the head of a crocodile and six pairs of batwings. Its yellow eyes with black vertical slits looked down at the incoming people below. Falynx bowed its head and began descending. Matthew and Akame saw this as an engagement in battle. Matthew called out the Dragoknight to his arms and increased his astra output.