Fated to the King of Dragons (book 3 of the APOD SERIES)

THE VIBRATION OF the roar shook the very core of the earth, the trees quivered, leaves floating down to the earth, quaked off their stems, causing the witches, the guardian, and the 4 humans littered in the field to step back in awe at the beast that stood majestically before them. A tremble ran through their bodies, a sharp command prodding through their minds.The command told them to kneel, to cower, and to fear.It told them how insignificant they really were. It told them they were about to understand what it meant to have true power.The beast lowered its large head, its golden scales glimmering in the sunlight, so bright, it would have made them blind had the clouds not covered the sun, dimming it to a deeper gold.The behemoth took a step forward and the earth shook Alessia holding on to her mother tightly fearing for her life, and equally scared Ally beside them.This might have been what she spent a lifetime figuring it out but

Hey guys, I know it's been a while and I could start explaining all the reasons as to why, but I believe we all have our own stuff to worry about so I won't bore you. This chapter note is basically a short apology for my time off, there were a lot of things I had going on and still do, but thanks to readers like @trinity Sanders, I did gain the courage to write again due to the tremendous support. I, therefore, dedicate the next four upcoming chapters to her, Thanks again, Trinity!  Furthermore, I will be dropping a few chapters for the next two weeks, but because I'm still doing school, ill just be posting at least once or twice a week, preferably on weekends.  Lastly once again please read book 1 or you will not understand the plot of this book. all the books in the APOD series can be found on my page. just click my user name. Alright, enjoy the updates!

[Dedicated to @Trinitysanders! thankyou for your support!] LEGIONS POV My eyes shot to my father's, a confused glaze over them, "A dragon?" I repeated, my fists clenching, eyes darting back to my mate. Jaw ticking desperately, I moved to her other side, pushing her sleeve up to get another look at the dragon tattoo, a vicious growl escaping my lips at the confirmation of a scent on her. I became livid. The rage that roared through me was undeniable as I stared at the dragon tattoo.  Someone marked my mate? MY MATE? The beast inside me stormed, my pitch dark eyes settling on my father, "WHEN?" Xeric growled so calmly and slowly that I saw a hesitant fear flash through Zerth's eyes. Not caring to understand it, my gaze intensified on him. I felt Xeric on the verge of breaking through and I didn't mind it at all. I was as furious and completely outraged as he was. Whic

"Good Morning" Abigail greeted, glancing back at Ena who walked in with her sister, Maria by her side, "how was the couch?" She asked, with a slight giggle despite the heavy air of the situation around them "It was horrible. It was like someone stuck some frickin pins or magical needles in there," Maria huffed, cracking her neck and then stretching her back before she leaned against the island table, looking up at Abigail unimpressed. Ena shrugged, taking a seat, "I don’t know about that but, my couch was alright,” clasping her hands together with a grin. Maria rolled her eyes, "Please,” she grunted, “the only way you got through the night that well, is if you used a comforting spell," she accused. Her sister grinned, "I'm not denying it." Maria gasped, a little disappointed, "oh, and you didn't think maybe, I dunno, your little sister needed one as well? Hello, I have cactus back here,” she groaned trying to stretch again.

Location: Gard (The Dragon Base). Voices whispered around. echoing through the halls of the makeshift tent. The lit torches swayed in the wind as Peanut downed downing a jug of ale, wiping the remainder off with the back of his sleeve, letting out a satisfied ‘ah,” his twinkling hazel eyes finding that of the ale girl as he called out to her, “Over here darlin’, now don’t be shy!” he called out with a brazen chuckle, raising out his jug as she walked to him with a bright smile. Micheal watched the ale pour from her jug to Peanuts swaying hand, as she turned to him, “Anything for you, witch?” she asked, her tone seductive. “I fear Peanut has drunk enough for the both of us,” he huffed, covering the top of his jug with his large palm, drawing the jug closer to him. “As you wish,” the ale girl nodded, her attention turning back to Peanut, her gaze flirty, “I’ll be back with more, my lord, you need only to call.” “And call I will,” Peanut grinned, winking at her, then watching as her