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From the moment his mother asked Moon Silver Pack for help, he’d been sneaking in, masking his scent as one of theirs. Moon Silver Pack had top-notch security. Even commoners couldn’t get in. The only reason he managed to was because a friend from within helped—and because their pack doctor created a scent potion. “I know. I’m always with her… You should talk to her. One on one,” he suggested. Lyra let out a soft laugh. After everything she did? She doubted she’d have the courage. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if Snow cried. Her words, her pain—it would break her.

She let the silence settle for a moment before she finished: “It’s meant for the one who creates—or destroys—legacies.” Nyma reached for the pendant again, as if she could feel that legacy humming beneath her skin. Her hands shook. “Am I supposed to choose?” she asked, voice barely a breath. “Between the two?” Creation and destruction. Elara didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. After a moment of staring at it, Elara responed. "I don't know exactly, darling! " But deep down, Nyma already knew.

*** Sierra So many years wasted, but we make up for them. We stayed in bear territory for a month. Then we traveled to my father. He and Sarn became great friends. Part of the key was my father seeing me so happy. My brother and Derrick came to visit also. We spent three months in the southern territory before visiting Marcus and Amy. It was just over the border of their territory that Sarn purchased land and built our castle, or as he calls it, our lair. As the mate of a dragon, I no longer needed a vampire to give me eternal life. I am truly Sarn's forever.

Inside the fortress, itself was but a collection of huts made from the rubble and debris of the destroyed buildings of the former city. Gin poured tons of mana into his war hammer, and the runes on it lit up with a brown glow. A 40ft tall shadow of a Dragon with 8 legs and no wings appeared behind him. Its scales were angular and not round like those dragons who flew. Ground Dragons did not need to be aerodynamic. The horns were in the middle of his head like a Black Rhino, except it had horns running from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. Its claws looked like the talons of a Man-Eating Concor more than other dragon's claws. All of these were made of Brown Diamonds, One of the str

“I refuse to believe that the people I grew up around did this. They would never kill unless it was for retaliation and to get to a goal. They’re not that kind of—” “Why do you think they’ve laid low all this time?” He challenged as he cut me off. “Why do you think they don’t attack packs and steal the way other rogues do? Because they already had the treasure. They wanted to keep you a secret this whole time.” “Even you’re not sure of what you’re saying,” I scoffed in response and rolled my eyes. “I’ll get Flora. Perhaps she’ll see something and confirm our doubts,” he said. “You and I share very different doubts, Darius.” I stood up in protest, the first issue I wanted to raise with him lo

Inside the trench, floating just above the stones, was a single object. A crown. Not of gold or jewels, but of bone and iron and blood. The Vestige leader pointed one skeletal finger at it. “The Crown of the Firstborn,” he intoned. “Claim it, and you claim dominion over what lies beyond the Door. Claim it, and you become the heir not just of Guardians... but of the Forgotten Kings.” I felt Maxwell stiffen beside me. Barin swore under his breath. Nima made a sound like a choked sob. Because we all understood. The war wasn’t just about surviving the First Door.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Sabrina replied. “If Alex said it, then we must go there right now and get it done as soon as possible,” Lucia said. Sabrina nodded, and they immediately headed towards the ruined Dalham Village. What will await them inside the dungeon? Will Sabrina be able to tame the legendary black dragon, Kyrios?

“Maybe that really is my destiny.” Before anyone could respond, the ground at the edge of the valley shook violently. From the north, a massive surge of energy shot forward, cold and sharp like iron. Black smoke formed a vortex, and from within it emerged a tall figure with a body half human, half dragon. His skin was covered in black scales, and his eyes gleamed with deep violet light. Lucen Dorne. He walked casually through the air, each step sending ripples of energy like shards of glass. “You’re too late, Rayden,” he said in a hoarse but deep voice. “The true Saint Dragon has been born and is waiting for you in the Seventh Heaven.”