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“Rape and then kill her. And the golden blood will awaken Biellendevir.” Reive closed his eyes. “You need your bone dragon. Without him, sooner or later you’ll be finished, Reivy. And without Angelina’s magic, you won’t raise the dragon. You’re too weak for it. So, kill her, and be done with it!” The necromancer rubbed his brow tensely. His head was aching as if someone had stuck a red-hot stiletto into his left temple. Anger flared along with the stiletto. Anger with Ulfricus and with himself because the dead druid was partly right.

Fatigue was evident over them, making him a little confused, but that did not stop the sand dragon from attacking some of Pedrosa's guards who were trying to catch them for breaking into Pedrosa's base. Strange. He remembered it very well that Nicholas was the type who thirsted for the battle to the point of being called by all supernatural beings as a cold-blooded fighting machine, carrying modified corpses as his puppets. But what he saw in front of his eyes right now was a dragon who was struggling to just stand up until they had to lean against the wall, contrary to what he had known so far. They did not bring their puppets as usual that accompanied them wherever they went as he had alwa

The molten gold in my veins—the dormant, terrifying legacy of the Phantom Dragons—began to accelerate, instinctively rejecting the hostile environment. It was the ultimate, fundamental reflex of a predator refusing to be throttled by a lesser system. "They think they can freeze our physical hardware to force a surrender," I murmured softly. I watched my reflection in the dark glass. The human, unremarkable brown of my irises was slowly bleeding away, replaced by the blazing, incandescent gold of draconic slit-pupils. I turned back to face Xander and Caleb. "But they made a critical miscalculation. They forgot that the true root directory of this city doesn't run on diesel fuel."

I skipped the usual warmth of my Luna magic and dug straight into the darkest forbidden corner of my pureblood line, like there was no other way left. Necromancy. "Awaken." I whispered, and the word carried this layered, echoing vibration that made the blizzard itself pause like it forgot what it was doing. I poured my silver magic into the ground, but I tainted it. I dragged the dark, chaotic energy of Caleb, the lethal cleverness of Jace, and the ruthless ice of Kaelen through our mate bond and then fused it with this ancient memory from the Citadel’s graveyard. The snow under my hands went pitch black in seconds.

Draven was already inside. The hybrid stood between the relic and a group of advancing Interregnum fighters, his body moving with lethal precision as he cut through them. Magic flared with every strike, dragonfire laced with vampiric speed and wolf strength, his power layered in a way that made him nearly impossible to counter. He didn’t hesitate or slow down. He dismantled the first wave as if it were nothing. Behind him, Nora stepped into the chamber. The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the temperature shifted and dragonfire erupted.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

Aiden said. " You will be freed but you know that everything comes with a price, Are you ready to fulfil it and pay the price? " Ballista asked and Aiden nodded making her to smirk inwardly and her staff appeared and also serpents surrounded her. " The art of Necromance is not a easy thing you know, Necromance is a diabolical magic of the dark that is dreaded and that is what I will have to do, You shall bring me the spell of iodrance and then fifty dragons and Fiaries, Twenty-five each and then you would be free... I will be drawing out your soul and replacing them with the fifty souls to balance nature and then you will free and that's why i need that spell because if I use another spell,

As far as I was concerned, if I did die in my past life, wouldn’t it be better to get as far away from Dragons as possible, so I can continue living a naive and safe life? Opening my eyes, I looked at the scale that I was holding onto and considered just letting go. What kind of life could I have when I didn’t age? I would have to hide for the rest of my life and never be able to have kids, grow old, or settle down with a friendly and normal man. So what if I was the Keeper of the Dragon Stone? As far as I can tell, Dragons were malicious creatures. From the moment I met Cyran, I nearly died. Now it seemed as if he was determined to either keep me prisoner or kill me.

341] [Unique Skill: Chaos Born] [Unique Skill: Unique Existence: Vampire Dragon] [Unique Skill: All-Consumption] [Supernatural Strength: Level 3] [Vampire Dragon Transformation: Level 4] [Venom Secretion (Claws, Tail, Fangs): Level 2] [Stupefying Charm: Level 2] [Spatial Storage] [Current Storage: 0032/9999] [Improved Slashing Power] [Improved Piercing Power] [Improved Physical Damage Resistance] [Nether Worm's Razor-Sharp Teeth]

Although I lied about forging a mate bond with another, I didn’t want her to harbour any hope. I will not become obsessed like my brother. I will not be betrayed by a person who is considered the closest to a dragon’s heart. A treasure that the dragon cherishes with his everything. A mating bond isn’t like any other bond. It is not simply finding a mate and marking them, it is not as easy as laying claim on the other person; it is something that has to be nurtured. A mating bond is deeper than the bonds that are between mates of other clans and species. A mating bond is irreversible, even after the other person’s death. It consumes one wholly, makes them obsessive and possessive of the other