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“What the hell is a witch doing here?" Scorch yelled, his eyes flashing orange as his blood boiled. He gently set his sister on the ground before standing to his feet again. “There are no weapons allowed in here," he fumed. Smoke literally seeped from his ears, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger. Dragons believed witches were the ultimate evil weapons because of how the Moon Goddess used a Dark Witch's help with the creation of the Dragon Shifters. “Just calm down. Isis means you no harm," Zander explained calmly, while he raised his hands in protest. Scorch ignored the Wolfman. “I should burn this witch down to the bone," Scorch roared as he attempted to run towards the old woman.“Oh, stop it now," Julia cursed. “And put me down," she yelled. Two macho dragons carefully placed their queen down while Scorch paused in his tracks, staring daggers at Isis. “Now, why do you hate witches so much?”“They are evil," Layla explained. “We weren't as lucky as the wolves to be solely crea
A thunderous crash echoed around the Dragon Tavern. Like two gods were fighting and wielding godly weapons that go boom when they hit against surfaces. The sound came from the Boiling Room. Zander and his comrades worried that Isis' brewing was going wrong. “You think Miss Isis is OK in there, Zander?” Gidian questioned. Zander felt his wolf's genuine concern for the old witch. Zander's eyes went blank as he soothed his wolf. “Isis is OK. She knows what she's doing."Hazel bit on her nails as she focused on the loud banging that was causing the rocky surfaces to flake. “Maybe we should go see what's happening." The Luna suggested. But in an outcry, Julia and Layla shouted in unison, “No!” Julia, clearly blushing as she cleared some sweat from her nape with her palm. “Why?” James wanted to know the reason they didn't want anyone disturbing Isis. The look that Julia gave him painted a scene that James now wished he could get out of his head. “I see.”“You see what?” Zander asked, lo
The majestic creature was forced into a dank, dark cave. They had left it curled up in the room's corner, breathing heavy steam from its mouth. Its black, reptilian eyes darted back and forth, surveying the space and looking for threats, but when it saw none, it huffed a sigh of relief. Dust swirled around the cave as the creature reposed, trying to get comfortable. The constant and monotonous dripping of the wet patch on the roof sent a familiar sensation to its eardrums, reminding it so much of home. Dirt and mud discoloured the water as he caught some on his tongue. The creature noticed the small rocks falling from the roof of the cave caused by a distant rumbling. Through hazy visions, it saw two giants fighting over what seemed to be scraps of food on the floor. The creature huffed again. The fighting was causing a more massive headache than the one it already had. If the creature was at full strength, it could part the giants with ease, but it was weak. It scrutinized the fight
King Lucifer stood there, listening to what this human was telling him. A human he allied with some years ago and who helped him to devise a plan to control the world of the supernatural. Lucifer knew this human loathed him, since he, too, was a supernatural creature. A dark wizard, to be exact, but Lucifer knew this human was too weak to challenge him. “His name is Gerard Smith, and he is a bitten." The human spoke with disdain, catching Lucifer's attention. Bernard Delaware hated he had to succumb to this piece of grime who hailed himself a king. But he felt the League of Hunters was not ready to take on the great Dark Wizard. Right then they needed Lucifer's help in defeating the Wolf Pond Pack. But Lucifer didn't see the usefulness of hearing about this bitten wolf until Bernard added, “He is a part of the Demon wolf's pack.”With a cunning grin, Lucifer twirled around to meet Bernard's gaze. “Is that so? Tell me everything that went down.” So, Bernard Delaware informed King Luc
JULIA'S POVMy rough hands clung to the surface of the embankment as we climbed to the lair entrance. Stones burrowed into my knees, peeling at my skin. My palms were sore and bruised. Dozens of scratches littered my arms and legs. With each inhale and exhale, my lungs burned and came close to blistering. I was tired, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. My fingers dug harder into the wall and I halted, resting the side of my face on the surface of the ridge. “Julia, don't stop now. We're almost there." Declan's voice was an encouragement. I scanned down below to have a glance at him and regretted my decision to do so. The dropdown below seemed endless, as darkness was all I could see. “Just don't look down, Julia.”“He's right, Jules. Look at me," Zander stated from above. My eyelids were heavy as I lifted my gaze to greet him up above. “That's it, Julia. We're almost there. See, James is already at the top." “OK. I can do this," I chanted, lifting one leg after the o
Like the noise a woodpecker creates as its beak hammers away pecking at the trunk of a tree, that was how hard and fast Julia's heart was thumping. At first, in the somber light, the dragon king's skin was like an artwork of shadows and ivory, but as soon as he stepped out into the brightness a tarpaulin of colourful tattoos that told a tall tale met Julia's sight. The artwork was so delicately designed, and it covered the right side of his body. He was devilishly handsome, with eyes so red they seemed like they were on fire. His muscles danced, and his gaze was diamond hard as he drank up Julia's nakedness. He had never seen a more radiant beauty. He was pleased with her dark chocolate skin, imagining how sweet she would taste. Julia wasn't at all intimidated by him, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort like she was facing a panther in the jungle. Her body was frozen into place as the beautiful, sinful predator stalked up to her. She asked herself why he was starin
“Zander," Hazel shouted in relief when she saw her husband walking towards them. She ran into his arms and hugged him with everything she had in her. “I'm so happy you're OK."“I've only been gone a day," Zander declared. “But I'm delighted to see you too, Kitten," he leaned down and kissed her lips. “Sunshine," James called to her. “Dad," Hazel yelped, running out of Zander's arms and into her father's. “Are you OK?"“Yes, my love. I am OK." He squeezed her with all his might. He sensed how relieved she was to see that her loved ones are alright. Declan entered the scene, and Hazel's eyes and his clashed. “How about you, are you alright, Declan?" Hazel asked him. His wolf was affected just by the sweet, saccharine tone of her voice. But it hurt him that he couldn't enjoy a hug from her without fantasizing about having her. “Yes, Luna. I am fine." He stated a little too coldly. Hazel was taken aback by his tone, and Zander felt his turmoil, and it was at that point Alpha figured i