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“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

I discarded all my weapons in a pile and pulled the vest off. Guns and knives didn’t help you against a dragon, their scales were too strong but a dragon claw could penetrate the scales and I moved quietly along the length of the wall. His scent got stronger and I stepped out into the dim light, exposing myself. Echo felt disconnected from me and for this training exercise it was an excellent idea not to be able to separate and have your dragon fight for you. I would have done the exact same thing if I had been part of this operation. “Stop hiding dragon, let’s end this.” My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle.

I asked Abeloth. “Are you asking for my help?” he asked me. “Fine, I’ll slay this dragon all on my own,” I said as I pulled the knife out and grabbed the dragon’s horn. I swung myself over the dragon’s head as he tried to bite onto me and stuck the knife deep in his neck and pulled down on my weight. The knife’s blade started cutting through the dragon’s thick skin and when I reached his most vulnerable place where his chest and neck met, I pulled the knife out.

I quickly averted my gaze. "You said you recalled something?" Frost prompted, all business. I took a steadying breath, clearing my throat. I couldn't reveal the full truth, but needed to give him enough to earn some trust. "Yes, some memories are coming back slowly. I was a captive of the dragon warlord called Scar." Frost's eyes narrowed slightly at the name of the last dragon but he remained silent, letting me continue. Perhaps he didn't even know who the last dragon was.

"Initially, I only wanted to give you a slow and gentle but painful death. But now, since you had the guts to spit on my face, even at the point of death whereby you should be begging for mercy, I will make your death ten times horrible and painful. Our pleas for mercy were ignored as Dragon surprisingly dropped the sharp knife and turned back to bring out a big hand held machine, with sharp and dangerous looking blades. It left all of us open-mouthed. Even Kol couldn't believe what he was about to experience. The sight alone could kill someone by just imagining it was going to be used on him. As Dragon was about putting on the machine that looked like an electric chopper or so, his phone ra

Within minutes, the Dawlya world was effectively blind and deaf. “Cease fire,” Mikan ordered calmly. “Hold position.” The silence that followed was heavy. Then the weapon fired again. This time, the pulse was different. Focused. The energy column twisted as it rose, threading itself into a coherent lance aimed directly at the Draynor formation. Shields flared brighter, strain lines appearing across their surfaces. “Shields down to seventy percent!” someone shouted. Avi felt the Circle rear. Not panic. Fury. Dragon magic surged in response raw, incandescent, answering the Circle’s call. Avi’s knees buckled slightly as power rushed through her, Cain’s hand instantly steadying her.

The very ones that had tried to shield me from the fiery explosion in my past life. He was showing me his most primal, most dangerous form. Trembling, I slowly reached out and touched a cold, hard scale on his cheek. It felt smooth, yet held the power to destroy everything. “…Beautiful,” I whispered, surprised by the reverence in my own voice. The dragon’s massive form went still. He shifted back into a man and cradled my face between his palms. “If you want to wield this blade,” he growled, his hot breath a caress against my ear, his voice a guttural rasp, “you’d better be prepared to be cut by it. Or perhaps, to be completely and utterly impaled by it.”

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

which also made us abruptly stop in our track “Draco…..” was the only word that left my mouth when I saw his anger filled eyes ruby red colored eyed deeply piercing my soul A shiver ran down through my spine after I saw murderous look on his face….. ‘I am so dead…’ I thought to myself and dared not to budge my eyes from Draco Dragon In meantime King Sargon seized that opportunity and pulled out his sharp sword which was coated with witch bone copper on half side of his blade and got into attacking position…