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I wanted to feel alive. The royal library was quiet and dark. Only my candle lit the old table. Dust floated in the air. I had sneaked into the forbidden section again. My fingers traced the ancient leather cover of the book. It felt warm. Alive. The pages spoke of dragons. Old gods who slept deep in the mountains. Creatures that hoarded gold and beautiful things. I wanted to be wanted. Even if it was dangerous. My heart beat faster as I read the words out loud. My voice was soft at first. Then stronger. The runes glowed under my fingertips. A strange heat spread through my body. It settled low in my belly. Between my thick thighs. I pressed them together and kept reading.

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is wounded. A cosmic pulse erupts, the reborn world quaking, crystalline spires collapsing into radiant dust. A keeper-king awakens, its towering form radiating starlight, its hymn of dominion shaking the vale. “Elara’s fragments are mine!” it booms, its blade summoning a radiant army, their starlight hymns converging. The codex’s truth burns—the oracle’s ambition mirrors the king’s, a First Ones’ flaw reborn.

After ten years of relentless effort, I made a new life for myself in foreign territory. When I fell from that cliff, a branch caught my clothes. I didn't die. A lone wolf named Tarun, who was tracking at the foot of the mountain, rescued me. When he heard what I'd been through, he was heartbroken. He helped me erase my old pack scent and took me across the Great Waters. Tarun's bloodline ruled vast territories, and under his protection, I started over from scratch—slowly rising to become the Alpha female of the empire I now led.

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”

The runes flared, pulsing in rhythm with their voices, until the very earth seemed to hum. Around them, the wolves formed their perimeter. Tyler shifted, Goliath’s presence a looming force just beneath his skin. Camerin prowled the edge of the line, sharp-eyed, ensuring every gap was closed. Kate stood near the witches’ circle, caught between dread and resolve, her pulse hammering with each beat of the chant. When the first flame erupted from the runes blue, unnatural fire licking at the air wolves snarled, muscles taut with anticipation. The ritual was no longer a promise. It was real.

"The betrothed of my pathetic brother sneaks into my quarters in the dead of night, wields a strange, ancient magic, and claims she is here to help me? Do you think I am a fool, Marliene?" "If you don't listen to me, you're a dead man," I snapped, my fear briefly giving way to the dry wit that had kept me alive through years of the Ashthorns' abuse. I crossed my arms, trying to hide the fact that my fingers were still numb. "And frankly, dead allies aren't very useful to me." Rune tilted his head, a dangerous, mocking smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remained utterly serious. "An ally? You think highly of yourself, little servant."