ISAIAHThe air within my rooms had been heavy, the weight of hidden powers bearing down on my form. The smell of smoky sage clung to me, not willing to rinse the rot that clung to the edges of my visions.I sat before a single candle, the fire swaying as if it felt too that something was coming. My hands trembled above the divination stones, but I couldn't bring myself to cast them. I already knew.The balance was crumbling. Everything has been made unstable in all forms.Flora's return was unnatural. Death was irreversible—it was meant to be irreversible. But if she had died and gone through it, then something very old and powerful had intervened. Something that belonged nowhere in our world.And that left only one answer:David was not acting alone.I closed my eyes, struggling through the buzz in my head, trying to clear my mind. My power had been shattered for weeks, visions twisted and fragile. But tonight… I felt different.I stretched out a hand for my water bowl, reciting the
FLORAMy day had started with going to different tea parties, smiling and keeping fake facades of innocence and niceties just to create friendships that could be a source of funding for us because we had a long way to go. We needed connections from powerful humans and beasts alike and while I was told to do all I could to secure the Dragon Kings' loyalty the man had no known weakness except for the general known fact that he had no mate of his own and had been searching the entire continent for her all these years yet even I couldn't find her and by the gods, I tried but I found nothing and though my naive son believes I'm not aware of the secret plans he made in the dark, I knew everything. Azure had burned me badly, and a part of me did care for Logan, but my need to fulfil what my ancestors couldn't serve as a daily reminder for me to let go of my sentimental feelings and do what needed to be done. Hence I had put away all sentiments and did what needed to be done. Alexia would one
AURORAThe thrumming energy of the shopping quarter was a blissful contrast to the cold, calculating council sessions I'd endured since my arrival at the castle. I indulged in the change—I indulged in the giggling voices of hucksters, the scent of hot bread drifting from the bakeries, and the dappled dance of sunlight on the cobblestones.And above all, I welcomed the company of the two women at my side. I had missed them greatly. I had to go away for a while so education sakes hence we kept in touch via emails and chats but that was never good enough. I am so glad I am back but things have been unnecessarily tensed around here and they all needed a break hence I'm helping them have the much needed break they believe they do not need despite their reluctance. Alexia and Turtela were easy to get along with. They were the siblings I wanted but never had but Fate gave me them and it's been such a privilege and honor knowing them. Where Turtela was a bundle of light and warmth, Alexia ha
KAELDraco was missing once more. For years now, he'd go missing this way, for weeks, Months even and shut me out but this was hardly the time for this was hardly the time. The Queen needed all the allegiances she could get and she has my loyalty and support. A woman who did what needed to be done is well desrving of respect and more.I stood at the cliffs, the howling mountain winds ripping at my face, my gaze on the valley below. His smell was far away, his normal path changed. I had been searching for hours, fury burning in my chest. He had never disobeyed me so, not until recently.My beast and I were bound in ways that no one else could understand. He was my other half, my fury, my fire. But lately, he had been leaving without speaking, vanishing into the interior of the nation, to reappear with some smell that I could never identify.Until today.The air stank of scorched earth, coals still faintly smoldering in the wake of Draco's tantrum. I followed the trail by instinct, boot
JADENI detected the scent of the fire before I was able to see him.That characteristic smell of burning coals, the rich dragon musk of smoke—it enveloped me like a stale warmth, a spark that kindled in my belly. For a moment, I questioned whether or not I'd dreamed it, if maybe my longing had played a trick on my nose.Kael had been a guardian, but more than that. He had been my anchor, my tormentor, my savior—all in one.I remember to this day the first time I had stood before him, a gangling pup not yet skilled at shifting, trembling at the sight of his attention. He had towered over me like a war god, his size as great and intimidating as the dragons he commanded."You are weak," he had said to me that day, voice rough, eyes slicing. "But weakness is a choice. I will not raise a coward."And he hadn't.Kael had been brutal in my training. He had broken me, torn me apart, bled me, made me hurt. But he had never abandoned me. Not ever.When I had fallen, he had made me get up.When
HAILEYThe moment I stepped into the courtyard, I could feel him. The energy at the castle became turbulent, unsteady, more potent than any other day because contrary to popular opinion, Turtela is not as tame as she presents herself neither are any of our kids but no outsider is aware of this but right now there's ancient magic of a dragon here. The Dragon King is here in person.Kael.The air was hot, thick with the scent of smoldering embers and dragon flames. I could feel him before I even caught sight of him, his presence as imposing as ever—a unyielding power, fierce but contained.Jaden stood beside him, his own face radiating with something I had not seen in years—pure, unfiltered happiness. He looked like the child I used to hold, the boy I had been forced to give up. And now, the man before me… he was whole, if only for this moment.Kael turned as I approached, his icy blue eyes meeting mine.There was a pause.Then—In a movement so swift, so seamless, that Jaden barely had
AARONThe very moment Aurora took her first breath here, the very moment that tiny fingers had wrapped around my own, I'd known that she wouldn't belong to me forever. She would live, she would grow, and at some point in time she'd find her own mate. It was how the universe was constructed.But realizing and embracing were two very different ideas.I sat at the big dining table in the great hall of the castle, watching my daughter. She was talking to Turtela and Alexia, her green eyes shining with laughter as she gestured with her hands. Her laughter was like music in the room, and I felt the familiar warmth in my chest.Aurora was my pride and joy, the most precious thing I had in this world. And I was not going to let her go.She was so small, so delicate, wrapped in the most dainty blanket Lyna had chosen with care. And yet even as a baby, she had a presence—a fire burning in her eyes, the same fire that burned in her mother's heart. I remember tracing my finger over her tiny fist,
RYANI had fought wars, conquered foes, and ruled the most powerful pack in the world. I had torn through blood-soaked battlefields, stood strong against dangers that would bring lesser men to their knees.And yet, as I made my way to the courtyard of the castle to meet the man who had mentioned my son, my chest was tight with something I did not feel very often.Uncertainty.I remember the night Hailey gave birth as though it were yesterday. The castle was charged with tension, all the residents holding their breaths as she writhed through the pain. I was beside her, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort even as my heart pounded with fear and anticipation.Then, one by one, they entered the world.Jermaine. Jaden. Jackson.Three perfect, wonderful boys.The moment I was holding them in my arms, I knew I was changed for life. Always a warrior, a leader, a king, but nothing, nothing, ever had reached the part of my heart that sang when I looked into their precious little faces.
FLORAThe air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the acrid smell of burning incense. The flickering candle flames cast menacing shadows on the stonewalls, elongating and twisting like agitated spirits. I was in the centre of the room, watching as the runes I wrote in blood seemed to radiate power. The magic coursed through my veins, reminding me of what I had sacrificed to return.David was by my side, his gold-coloured eyes filled with barely restrained excitement. So ready to charge into the storm without fully comprehending its strength. His interest in Hailey had clouded his mind, but for the moment, I needed that instinctual loyalty."You're positive this will work?" he asked, his taut-with-tension voice.I gazed at him, my expression unyielding. "Of course. Ryan is Hailey's greatest weakness. If we take him, she'll disintegrate."David's lips curled into a slow, ravenous smile. "And Jaden? Will he finally see Hailey for what she truly is?""Jaden will follow wher
ATHENAThe candles threw dancing shadows on the stone walls, their stretched darkness writhing like ghosts. The scent of burnt herbs was thick in the air, an old custom meant to cloak our words from inquisitive magic. Connor, the so-called King of Bears, sat across from me, his huge form tense, his yellow eyes shining with calculation."You expect me to trust you?" His voice was a low growl, as coarse as the forest he ruled. "You, out of everyone?"I grinned, dragging a painted nail across the wooden table that stood between them. "I want you to be smart enough to see the opportunity in front of you, Connor. Flora thinks she can control us, but we both know she's a dead woman walking with borrowed power."His fists clenched. "And David?""David is nothing more than a desperate fool playing with something far greater than himself," I answered, leaning in. "His obsession with Hailey clouds his judgment. He will fail, just like his mother."Connor studied me, his expression unreadable. I
JERMAINE The moment I walked into Isaiah's home, an eerie cold ran through me. Something did not feel right. The room was too silent—too still. The candles that would normally have been lit steadily in a golden warm light had burned themselves out, and there remained only a residue of smoky melted wax behind. I called him. "Isaiah?"No response.My face contorted into a scowl as I moved further in. Books, scrolls, and strange objects filled the room, but something was…off. The air inside was holding its breath. My stomach knotted in unease.And I saw him.Isaiah lay on the ground, unmoving. His skin was paler than usual, his breathing shallow, and his hands were clenched in a death grip. Shadows moved unnaturally across his body, curling and twining like ethereal vines."Shit." I rushed forward, pressing my fingers to his neck. A pulse—weak, but there. Relief barely had time to register before urgency became all that mattered.I couldn't possibly lift him by myself. I needed help.O
JACKSONEverything was changing.I'd spent the past two decades constructing a life among humans—business, power, wealth. I'd learned every trick required to reign supreme in a world that didn't even realize what I really was. And now? Now, I was returned to a kingdom I hardly recognized, among a family I'd been denied, observing as destiny spun a tale I wasn't certain I wanted to be a part of.I leaned my elbow on the railing of the castle balcony and looked out toward the horizon where the mountains dissolved into the clouds. It was quite a nice view, but in my head, there was chaos.Jaden had Kael. Jermaine had the witches. And I had no one.And worse, the distance between us and Alexia had grown farther away.My universe had been the human world. A world of blinding lights, massive deals, and an empire built from the ground up. I'd had power, influence, and riches beyond understanding. But none of it had ever meant as much as she did.Alexia had always been there. From the day we
RYANI had fought wars, conquered foes, and ruled the most powerful pack in the world. I had torn through blood-soaked battlefields, stood strong against dangers that would bring lesser men to their knees.And yet, as I made my way to the courtyard of the castle to meet the man who had mentioned my son, my chest was tight with something I did not feel very often.Uncertainty.I remember the night Hailey gave birth as though it were yesterday. The castle was charged with tension, all the residents holding their breaths as she writhed through the pain. I was beside her, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort even as my heart pounded with fear and anticipation.Then, one by one, they entered the world.Jermaine. Jaden. Jackson.Three perfect, wonderful boys.The moment I was holding them in my arms, I knew I was changed for life. Always a warrior, a leader, a king, but nothing, nothing, ever had reached the part of my heart that sang when I looked into their precious little faces.
AARONThe very moment Aurora took her first breath here, the very moment that tiny fingers had wrapped around my own, I'd known that she wouldn't belong to me forever. She would live, she would grow, and at some point in time she'd find her own mate. It was how the universe was constructed.But realizing and embracing were two very different ideas.I sat at the big dining table in the great hall of the castle, watching my daughter. She was talking to Turtela and Alexia, her green eyes shining with laughter as she gestured with her hands. Her laughter was like music in the room, and I felt the familiar warmth in my chest.Aurora was my pride and joy, the most precious thing I had in this world. And I was not going to let her go.She was so small, so delicate, wrapped in the most dainty blanket Lyna had chosen with care. And yet even as a baby, she had a presence—a fire burning in her eyes, the same fire that burned in her mother's heart. I remember tracing my finger over her tiny fist,
HAILEYThe moment I stepped into the courtyard, I could feel him. The energy at the castle became turbulent, unsteady, more potent than any other day because contrary to popular opinion, Turtela is not as tame as she presents herself neither are any of our kids but no outsider is aware of this but right now there's ancient magic of a dragon here. The Dragon King is here in person.Kael.The air was hot, thick with the scent of smoldering embers and dragon flames. I could feel him before I even caught sight of him, his presence as imposing as ever—a unyielding power, fierce but contained.Jaden stood beside him, his own face radiating with something I had not seen in years—pure, unfiltered happiness. He looked like the child I used to hold, the boy I had been forced to give up. And now, the man before me… he was whole, if only for this moment.Kael turned as I approached, his icy blue eyes meeting mine.There was a pause.Then—In a movement so swift, so seamless, that Jaden barely had
JADENI detected the scent of the fire before I was able to see him.That characteristic smell of burning coals, the rich dragon musk of smoke—it enveloped me like a stale warmth, a spark that kindled in my belly. For a moment, I questioned whether or not I'd dreamed it, if maybe my longing had played a trick on my nose.Kael had been a guardian, but more than that. He had been my anchor, my tormentor, my savior—all in one.I remember to this day the first time I had stood before him, a gangling pup not yet skilled at shifting, trembling at the sight of his attention. He had towered over me like a war god, his size as great and intimidating as the dragons he commanded."You are weak," he had said to me that day, voice rough, eyes slicing. "But weakness is a choice. I will not raise a coward."And he hadn't.Kael had been brutal in my training. He had broken me, torn me apart, bled me, made me hurt. But he had never abandoned me. Not ever.When I had fallen, he had made me get up.When
KAELDraco was missing once more. For years now, he'd go missing this way, for weeks, Months even and shut me out but this was hardly the time for this was hardly the time. The Queen needed all the allegiances she could get and she has my loyalty and support. A woman who did what needed to be done is well desrving of respect and more.I stood at the cliffs, the howling mountain winds ripping at my face, my gaze on the valley below. His smell was far away, his normal path changed. I had been searching for hours, fury burning in my chest. He had never disobeyed me so, not until recently.My beast and I were bound in ways that no one else could understand. He was my other half, my fury, my fire. But lately, he had been leaving without speaking, vanishing into the interior of the nation, to reappear with some smell that I could never identify.Until today.The air stank of scorched earth, coals still faintly smoldering in the wake of Draco's tantrum. I followed the trail by instinct, boot