Astrid's face flushed red because Draco kissed her neck gently. She grasped Draco's hand, which was hugging her waist gently from behind.
"They're waiting for us," said Astrid uncertainly.
"They can wait for us a little longer," Draco replied as he played Astrid's earlobe with his lips.
“Draco…” Astrid sighed, feeling a tingling sensation in her ear.
“I miss time together like this, Astrid. Our journey is quite tiring,” Draco whispered, turning Astrid's body to face him. He then kissed Astrid's lips gently and stuck his tongue into hers until the girl groaned with pleasure.
Astrid let Draco caressed her body gently. She received the soft touch of Draco's lips on her body. Slowly Draco stripped off all of Astrid's clothes and his own clothes. He then carried Astrid onto his old bed and laid her down there.
"Astrid, I want you ..." Draco sighed in his voice that sounded sexy to Astrid's ears.
Draco ran his
The wall behind Cassia closed tightly. She was at that moment walked into a small room with a dim light. When she looked at the floor, she realized that he was standing on a magic circle."What is this?" asked Cassia in panic. Standing on a magic circle that she didn't know was tantamount to surrender herself to the enemy voluntarily. Was this a trap?Damn it! Did Edmund mean to frame her?Edmund stood casually next to Cassia. He didn't look scared at all.“Edmund! What the heck is…” But before Cassia could finish her sentence, Edmund already gave a signal by bringing his index finger closer to his lips while smiling soothingly.“Shhh! Focus your mind. We'll be moving in a bit," said Edmund, looking up at Cassia with his beautiful ruby eyes."Move where?" asked Cassia, confused and feeling threatened."Two ... One ... Now ..."A sparkling purplish light emitted from the magic circle and enveloped Edmund
Draco and Astrid had just returned from the dragon's den to the Brighton Estate. When he got there, Draco went to find Berk and Bowen at Edmund's workshop for them. Berk was seen checking the stock of raw materials for making weapons. Meanwhile, Bowen was trying to forge a sword with the existing equipment. The flames scattered as the hammer struck the blade above the anvil. Bowen's movements were energetic, and his face was delighted.“Hi, there. How is it going?" asked Draco, who came with his backpack.“Great. The equipment in this place is complete and perfect,” said Bowen happily.“I brought some things for you that might be of use. Astrid brought out the bottles," Draco said.Astrid took several water bottles from her rucksack and handed them to Bowen and Berk, two bottles each. One bottle contained colorless and transparent healing water. The other bottle contained healing water, a mixture of silver, red, and green color.
Draco's party saluted the Elf King and Queen."We've been waiting for your arrival. We can speak informally before you go on your way. Please rise,” said the Elf King, Ruven Omanelis, kindly.Ruven and Lenna Omanelis descended from their thrones with light steps. Sir Gale Gallahan joined them from behind. At first glance, Queen Lenna Omanelis looked like she was floating in the air. Her body was so light, and her movements were graceful like cat steps. Ruven walked beside her like a perfect sculpture of a god. His face was calm, but no one could guess what was in his mind.They walked through the orchard of fruit and flowers until they came to a long table in the middle of the garden. The table was made of wood that floated lightly on the ground with clearly visible lines of cambium. The chairs were made of vines, and the flowers flew up. The table was not far from the cliff so that everybody could see the lake clearly from a distance."Please sit.
Hundreds of years ago ...Radcliff ran between the desert and barren mountains without shoes. He was eight years old at the time. He was tall for his age because he was already one and a half meters tall. He was running in a black sleeveless shirt that opened at the chest and black pants knee-length. His feet moved swiftly up the rocks above the desert. His skin was tanned from sunburn. His spiky red hair fell a little messed up to his shoulders. His pair of ruby red eyes were radiant."Come on, hurry up!" exclaimed Radcliff to his friends. Two of his friends had fallen so far behind him that they only looked like black dots in the desert. The sun was almost setting."You're slow!" grunted Radcliff without slowing down his feet. He kept running towards his favorite place.Since childhood, the fire clan members had received enough physical training so that their bodies were already perfectly muscular. Despite running a quite distance in the hot weather, Ra
Draco had been listening silently while thinking. He folded his arms across his chest and tapped his fingers on his chin. Things that seemed unrelated at first began to appear connected. He tried to connect each point of occurrence of events. Every encounter was like a path of destiny that one needed to walk.“In conclusion, Radcliff and Cassia had to come with Astrid and me to meet Lycus Lewis and ask for an explanation. And, you know how to find him because the elves were helping the sorcerer to hide. Am I right?" Draco asked in a calm tone.“Correct. You are right,” said Ruven Omanelis, grinning."What a coincidence!" cried Astrid in awe."There is no coincidence in this world," said Lenna Omanelis."All happens for a reason and by design," said Ruven Omanelis."By design? by who?""The universe," said Ruven Omanelis."I'm wondering if he can give me the answer too about myself," said Astrid."Time w
Keefe was huddled in prison with a cold, damp iron trellis. The smell of rotting mushrooms stung his nose. One of its wings was broken and torn. His usual dazzling and fragrant appearance was disheveled and sad. He noticed that dark magic filled this room with a suppressing aura. He tried to get magic energy out of his fingers, but Keefe could not release any energy. His chest felt tight, filled with deep despair. Keefe's ears were ringing, and he noticed traces of dried blood on the tip of his nose. His head ached from being hit by a hard blunt object until he lost consciousness. His clothes were torn and dirty. Whoever kidnapped him must have had considerable strength.On his head was a large, bleeding lump. His hair was sticky with dried blood.“Damn it! That guy hit me until I got hurt like this,” complained Keefe as he staggered to his feet.As a half-fairy, Keefe has the ability to heal his body faster than an ordinary human. However, the black
Bowen sighed as he led the way into the abandoned Metal Mining area. He didn't expect a return to Metal Mining this soon. To be honest, Bowen didn't want to have anything to do with Leonard anymore. However, he could not let Edmund go without a reliable navigator. Metal Mining's passageways were quite winding and dangerous. If someone went inside without adequate understanding, that person could get lost or get trapped in the mine without coming out alive.They had been walking, ducking, and crawling for hours in the narrow cobblestone alleys. Bowen brought a small group consisting of Edmund, Kyron, Al, and himself through a somewhat twisted route but safe enough to pass. Most of the way, they walked, groping the stone walls in the darkness. The road was meandering and up and down, making it hard to remember. Certainly, intruders who enter this area would immediately lose their way if they did not understand the mine map.Bowen's eyes were accustomed to seeing in the d
Bowen crawled as fast as he could. His old knee had not moved for a long time, so it felt stiff and a little weak. Continuous crawling made the hinges of his knee ache. His waist also felt a little sore. Damn old body! Bowen cursed silently. At a critical time like this, the joints in his body actually slowed down his movements. Bowen sat in the middle of the road, panting. His breath was not strong enough to continue the journey. His hands and knees felt sore from the friction with the ground and had made the surfaces of his hands and knees blistered and bleeding.What's he doing here? Why did he take a break and waste time while his friends were between life and death? Bowen cursed himself. Bowen sat down with his breath panting and sweat pouring down his face. He took a handkerchief to wipe his face. His eyes stung from the beads of sweat that had entered his eyes. His chest heaved and felt a little sore. His stiff muscles screamed with pain. He tried to catch his breath f