Seoul Station Druid Novel Wuxiaworld Novels & Stories

Selene The fortress’s iron gates loomed behind us, their runes pulsing red like a heartbeat, sealing Veyra, Thorne, Renn, and Elara outside. Dorian’s cries echoed through the stone corridors ahead, each one a knife twisting in my chest. “Stay close,” Draven whispered, drawing his sword, golden eyes scanning the dark. Torren flanked him, holding a dagger on either hand, ready for anything. The prisoner we’d freed earlier trailed behind us, muttering about traps.

The skyline of Seoul stretched beneath them, jagged and alive, as the helicopter descended into the outskirts of the city. Rain slicked streets reflected the neon signs, making the city glow like a fractured mirror. Soo-ah’s fingers tightened around the tablet she had been carrying, the decrypted Project Kestrel files burning a trail of unease through her thoughts.

Seoul, South Korea After the call with Chloe ended, Sara stood by the bed, staring down at the man who lay there in a drunken stupor. His shirt was off, and his broad chest and back were covered in angry, red hives. She set the phone aside and moved toward him. As she drew closer, she could hear Liam’s muffled groans of pain. Sara reached out and lightly brushed her hand against his back; his skin was scorching hot. She was panicked, yet she stubbornly refused to call for help—she didn't want anyone else intruding on their space.

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak. "Well, Miss Luciano, let's see how romantic you are," she shrugged, and as I took a few more steps, I could see the dazzling city of Seoul, the busy streets, which are busier at night. It's as if no one ever sleeps. The loud thumping of my heart became more evident as I felt her smile on my back. My pulse seemed to be linked to my ears.

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2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ A lazy goat in a white gown walks in to change my IV drip to a new one and walks out. I could have just said a doctor. But, yeah, that’s fine. These particular ones in prison, they are annoying creatures, and they are getting on my last nerveeees. Factually, everything in this prison is pissing me the extreme, premium fuck off!

Sebastian said before he claimed my lips in a kiss. And like that, Sebastian and I sealed our new beginning with a searing kiss that left me burning from within. *** “Are you warm enough?” Sebastian asked as he wrapped the blanket over me. “Yeah” I replied, snuggling into his warmer body. After the whole incident of Selene's death, International officers had descended on Dradevows. They collaborated with the local police force, exposing Selene's horrid crimes as they cracked down on the hidden spot she kept as her base.

Better to get this crap over and done with. Slowly I rise to my feet and turn the key. But before I can even touch the handle, the door bursts open and I’m instantly dragged into the arms of a werewolf or lycan, as they call it. He's huge. Towering over me with broad shoulders, claws, fangs, and glowing crimson eyes, yet the only thing pouring through our bond is relief… and guilt. Has he finally cracked? “No more fighting,” Drud purrs, burying his snout in my neck. His arms tighten around me as though terrified I might disappear. “Please…”

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

Realm: Supe Realm Location: Valleys of Riota The Four Dragons and Micheal stood at the North Eastern edge of the Ignere, loose breaths taken by the soft forest breeze. Yohan gulped slowly as he stared across the edge of the boundary leading to the foreign forest before them, glancing down at the ancient band that clung to his wrist. Micheal watched this action in the uttermost amusement, his gaze gingerly studying those of the two hydras and the General Tar, beside him. Despite their intimidating statures, they all looked breathless.