ALANDI casually followed Hunter into a cafÃĐ near the art exhibit. The sound of the coffee machine whirring and the warm aroma of roasted coffee beans greeted me. Hunter Abraham stood at the counter, placing his order.After that, we ended up standing in line together. I positioned myself right beside him, keeping it low-key.âDidnât expect you to be part of something like this,â I said coldly, not even glancing his way.Hunter turned slightly, his expression unreadable. âHow did you get here?â he replied, his tone quiet but firm.I shrugged lightly, as if his question wasnât worth answering. âYou donât seem surprised to see me,â I added, smirking faintly, the kind of smile that was more of a jab. âEspecially considering how you sold me and two of our friends out to the Red Dragon KingâLuke Draken.âHunterâs face hardened, but he quickly composed himself. âAland, you misunderstood. I didnâtââI cut him off with a small, scoffing laugh. âAh, the classic Abraham wayâalways finding a way
JONEAI stared at Hunterâs hand still gripping my wrist. There was desperation in his grasp, like he was holding on to something that had already slipped away. His breath was heavy, and the blood at the corner of his lip hadnât dried. But I knew it was time to end thisânot with anger, but with clarity.I gently pried his hand off and knelt in front of him. Now our eyes were level, and I could see the depth of his pain. But this wasnât something I could heal.âHunter,â I began softly but firmly. âIâve said this over and over, but Iâll say it againâIâm in love with Aland.âHis eyes blinked slowly, as if trying to reject the truth.âI donât want to give you false hope,â I continued. âI respect your feelings, but I canât return them. So tell me, what do I need to do to make you let me go for good?âHe didnât reply. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he didnât wipe them away. I stood up and exhaled heavily. My heart ached, but I knew this was the right thing to do.Without looking back, I w
JONEAThe art exhibition was finally over, leaving me with a mess of mixed feelings. The once vibrant, bustling gallery was now silent, only footsteps of past visitors echoing faintly in the emptiness. But the thing that felt most absent was Aland.Iâd scanned the crowd for him, hoping to spot his familiar figure, but he was nowhere to be found. All he left was a note, handed to me by one of the event staff. It was simple, just a few lines."Jonea, I can't take you back to Sapphire Blue because there's something I need to take care of. But I promise I'll catch up with you soon. Don't worry, we'll meet again."I read it over and over, searching for something hidden between the words, but there was nothing. Just a vague promise that made my chest ache.The day to head back to Sapphire Blue came. Owen, Eve, and a few other friends were already waiting for me at the airport. I wanted to linger longer, hoping Aland might show up at the last minute. But time didnât wait, and I had promises
JONEAI knew I messed up. I never shouldâve followed Daran here. I shouldâve stayed home, far away from all the mysteries surrounding him. But my curiosity was stronger than my fear.When the burly guy glared at me and said, "You're not human," my heart almost stopped. The darkness inside the club felt heavier, suffocating me, and I knew I had to leave before things got worse.Just then, chaos broke out in the far corner of the roomâshouting, the sound of glass shattering. It cut through the pounding music, creating the distraction I desperately needed.I moved quickly but carefully, slipping away from the guyâs intense gaze. The clubâs guards, usually stationed around, headed toward the commotion, giving me a chance to blend into the crowd.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daran and that woman. They were standing now, looking like they were about to leave.I had to decideâlet it go and head home, or keep following them to find out what the hell was going on.Of course, I kept follo
JONEAI wandered aimlessly through the university garden. The evening breeze brushed my face, but it didnât calm my restless mind. My steps were heavy, dragging against the gravel path, squeaking faintly with every movement. The trees swayed gently around me, whispering as if mocking the foolish mistake Iâd made last night.I skipped class today. Honestly, I didnât care what the professors or my classmates might say. My head felt like it was going to explode. I just needed to get awayâfrom everyone, especially Daran. His words from last night kept replaying in my head, like a broken record stuck on the most painful part."I need their energy to survive. And the purest energy comes from the sacred blood of the red moon. Thatâs why I bought you from the auction for a high price."I froze mid-step. Standing in the middle of the garden, under a large tree with its dense leaves shielding me from the westward sun, I felt like I couldnât breathe. I could still see Daranâs gaze from last nigh
EVANGELISTADaran stayed silent. But I could see his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Finally, he muttered softly, his voice almost a hiss."Joneaâs seal... it's starting to break."I froze. "What?!" It felt like Iâd been hit by a truck. "How is that even possible?"Daran finally lifted his head, and the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. "I let myself believe in a false hope," he said quietly. "I thought if the seal broke on its own, I wouldnât have to force it open. I could just... consume her."Anger surged through me instantly. "Then why did you go after those werewolves?" I demanded sharply.Daran stared at me, his face unreadable. "They werenât just werewolves. They were magical creatures sent by someone to kill Jonea. She misunderstood, thinking I was hunting werewolves. Thatâs what hurt her so much."I clenched my fists. "Daran, youâre an idiot! Why didnât you explain everything to her so she wouldnât get the wrong idea?"He gave a bitter smile, one full of self-lo
OWENJonea looked at me with an annoyed glare, but I didnât give her a chance to argue. She finally gave in and stood reluctantly. âFineâĶâ she muttered.I took her to a small restaurant on the edge of town. The place was quiet, away from the crowd, and cozy enough for a long conversation. We sat by a window, and I ordered for both of us, ignoring her protests.For a while, we ate in silence. Jonea kept her head down, fiddling with her fork with no real appetite. But I wasnât here to watch her sulk.âI heard my uncle attacked a female werewolf,â I said casually as I took another bite of food.Jonea choked immediately, grabbing her glass of water to take a hurried sip. âWhat?âI looked at her seriously. âSo you dumped him over that?â I asked bluntly.Her face flushed, either from anger or embarrassment. âWhat are you talking about, Owen? We just had a fight, like usualâââStop it, Jonea!â I cut her off sharply. âDonât defend my uncle anymore. Whatever you had with him, itâs over. You do
JONEA"I'm sorry, Jonea," Daran said suddenly, his voice soft and filled with regret. "I donât know everything about how to live as a true lycan. Iâm not fully a lycan, but Iâm not a sorcerer either. Iâm stuck between two worlds, and sometimes it feels like Iâm losing control."He took a deep breath before continuing, "But if I made you cry, that means I was wrong. If I can keep you alive and help you reach your goal, then I wouldnât mind becoming an eternal monster after all this. Because for me, this relationship isnât something I can just forget."I felt tears slowly falling down my cheeks. His words pierced my heart like a dagger. He blamed himself for everything that happened, while I had never truly tried to understand the burden he carried all this time.I held his hand tighter, trying to share the warmth I hoped could soothe him. "You shouldâve stopped me," I said, my voice trembling. "If anyoneâs going to help you, it should be me, not someone else. It has to be meâbecause Iâ
JONEAI was sitting in what felt like endless darkness. No sound except the echo of my own breath, no movement except the shadow of myself fading on a pitch-black floor like cracked glass. I knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real, like a trap I couldnât escape.Suddenly, a voice broke the silenceâcold and familiar.âJonea,â it called, echoing through the void. âI know you can hear me.âLuke Draken.My body tensed, but I couldnât see him. Just his voice, flowing with power and certainty.âSurely youâre starting to understand the dragon blood flowing in your veins,â he continued. âYou canât deny it, Jonea. Our bodies were bound long before the red moon rose.âIn the dream, I touched my own body. My hand brushed against something that shouldnât be thereâhard, sharp scales covering half of me. I gasped, choking on a sob. What had happened to me?Luke chuckled softly, mocking. âI will live inside you forever,â he said, his voice drawing closer, as if whispering directly into my ear.
JONEAIt seemed like Luke noticed something off about my body. He grinned widely and tossed Hunter to the ground like a rag doll. Then, in a swift move, he picked me up and laid me down on the marble altar.Why? Whatâs happening to me? My chest felt tight, my whole body burning. I was so thirstyâdesperately craving someoneâs touch, someone to soothe me.Without realizing it, I started moaning and gasping at the same time. Luke gently lowered me onto the altar, then climbed over me with a calculated ease.âUnion,â he whispered. âYouâre breaking the seal. And when the crimson moon reaches its peak, your pure blood will be mine!âI couldnât control my body or my thoughts anymore. Pain surged through me as I let out a scream. My eyes flew open, my head tilting back to stare at the domeâs opening. The full crimson moon stared back.âAhhh!â I cried out as sharp fangs pushed out of my mouth, piercing my lips.Luke leaned closer, his eyes glowing bright redâthe eyes of a dragon. He kissed me,
HUNTERI turned around to see one of the shadow creatures loyal to me in this secret mission. Its black eyes glinted under the moonlight."The werewolf forces are ready," it said shortly.I nodded. "Make sure no one knows the plan until the very last moment."The creature bowed and disappeared into the shadows.My thoughts drifted back to when everything began to fall apart.We used to be an unbeatable groupâBeast Four. Me, Aland, Edison, and Elmar. Together, we protected the Sapphire Blue with strength and unbreakable friendship. But the Red Dragons destroyed everything.One by one, my friends fell. Edison and Elmar vanished into the darkness of the shadow world. Jonea, broken and battered, chose to hide. Alandâhe was captured by Luke Draken. Back then, I didnât understand why Luke targeted Aland specifically, my closest and most different friend.I remember that night vividly. Aland was locked in the dragonâs prison, his body covered in wounds. I knew he hated me for joining the Red
MILLERNever in my life did I think Iâd witness something like thisâa scene straight out of a legend. Standing before me were humans from the shadow hunter ranks, werewolves, lycans, dragons, and even jeverics, creatures that had been at odds for as long as anyone could remember. And yet, here they were, side by side, united by a single purpose: finding Jonea before it was too late.The sky was gloomy that day, heavy gray clouds mirroring the tension hanging over us. From the hilltop, I watched the valley below where thousands of figures had gathered, awaiting final orders before the search began.âAll of thisâĶ itâs for Jonea,â I murmured to myself.Arabel stood beside me, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with her usual vigilance. âThey understand whatâs at stake, Miller,â she said firmly, her voice calm but resolute. âIf Jonea falls into the wrong hands, itâs not just her life thatâs at risk. The whole world is.âI nodded, swallowing the fear creeping into my chest.On the human sid
DARANIâm losing my mind. Thereâs no other way to describe how I feel right now. My entire body feels like itâs on fireâan intense mix of anxiety and rage. Iâve been searching for Jonea for days, but thereâs no trace of her.Iâve scoured every corner of this island, plunged into shadow realms, and even crossed the borders of the Blue Sapphire lands. Itâs like sheâs been erased from existence, like the wind leaving a faint trail only to vanish without a trace.âJonea!â I shout, breaking the silence of the night.But only my own echo answers me.Frustrated, I press on, crossing boundaries Iâm not supposed to. I find myself at the edge of the Dragon Valley, the gateway to the Land of the Blue Dragons. This is my last shot. If sheâs not here, I donât know where else to look.Iâm furious.âJONEA!â I roar again, my voice echoing off the steep cliffs. My rage is so intense that the plants around me wither and die, drained by the destructive energy radiating from my body.But itâs not Jonea w
JONEAI froze, my heart pounding erratically as Lukeâs words sank in.âThe last time we met was at a graveyard, right?â he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips, making my blood boil. âMore accurately, I saw you. You knew I was there, but you chose to ignore me.âMy eyes widened. A graveyard? I racked my brain, trying to make sense of his words. Only one graveyard stood out in my memoryâthe one where my parents were buried. The day I stood at the edge of a fresh grave, feeling the world crumble beneath my feet. The day I auctioned off my freedom for something far worse.âSo,â I murmured, almost in disbelief, âyou were there? Watching me?âLukeâs smirk widened. His face was calm, but his eyes hinted at something much darker.âYou looked so fragile that day,â he said, stepping closer. âJust a little girl whoâd lost everything. It wasâĶ entertaining to watch.âRage bubbled in my chest, but my body refused to move, as if his presence alone was a chain binding me in place.He reached out
JONEAI stared out the hospital room window from my bed for what felt like the hundredth time. The white blanket covering me felt unbearably heavyânot because of its weight, but because of what lay beneath it. Black, cold, hardened scales covered parts of my body. It felt like I was trapped in an unending nightmare.This was the first time I had absorbed magical energy, and I never imagined the consequences would be this severe. My body, my mind, even my heartâall felt different. Yet, in a strange way, I didnât regret it. The baby dragons had been saved. They were just like meâalone and scared, facing a ruthless world.Miller stopped by yesterday and explained everything. It turns out Aland brought me here, to this special hospital for hunters. Daran and Aland had a heated argument over where I should be treated. Aland insisted I stay under his watch, while Daran wanted to take me back. In the end, Miller mediated, and this hospital became the compromise.According to Miller, Aland wa
DARANI ran as fast as I could, my body trembling from both exhaustion and panic. The wet sand of the beach made every step heavier, but I didnât care. In front of me, the dark ocean stretched endlessly. Waves crashed hard, as if reminding me that I was racing against time. Jonea was out there somewhere, and I couldnât let her slip away.âJonea!â I screamed with all my strength, my voice hoarse. But only the wind and waves responded.My body nearly lost balance when my foot suddenly hit a rock. I almost fell, but a strong hand steadied me.âUncle, are you okay?â Owenâs voice was full of concern. He grabbed my arm, steadying me. âYouâve used up too much energy earlier. You need to rest.ââLet go of me!â I shoved his hand away. âI need to save Jonea!ââYou wonât save her if you pass out here,â Owen said firmly but gently. âCalm down, Uncle. Weâll look for her together.âBut I didnât have time for his reasoning. Adrenaline pushed me forward even though my body was nearly at its limit. My
JONEAOwen stepped forward, his body morphing into a massive, intimidating lycan form. âIâll try to hold them off. You guys figure out how to break their spell.âWithout waiting for a reply, Owen lunged at the first beast, determined to stop it before it could cause more destruction. Meanwhile, Arabel and Miller began chanting spells, attempting to trace the dark magic controlling the dragonlings.I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. But when I saw the second dragonling start to move, I knew I couldnât just stand there. Hesitantly, I approached it. âHey, you donât have to do this. Weâre here to help you,â I whispered, even though I wasnât sure it could hear me.The first beast fought back viciously against Owen. Their battle left the hall in even worse ruins. Eve, who was usually composed and cold, finally unsheathed her sword. âIâll back Owen up. Protect Jonea,â she told Daran before leaping into the fray.I tried to get closer to the second dragonling, but an invisible force held m