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XENDAYA. I cover my mouth with the back of my hand as my laughter rings through the halls. ‘I’m dead.’ Shayara laughs and I can’t help but agree. He’s watching me with an expression I can’t decipher, but it makes my heart skip a beat as I try to stifle my laughter. He steps closer, removing my hand from my mouth, and places two fingers on my lips. “Now that is a sound I do not wish for others to hear.” He says quietly, his voice husky as those sexy eyes bore into me, making my laughter fade away. His heart is racing, and his eyes have darkened. “Right…” I say, moving away from his touch. He drops his hand, but the tingling against my lips remains… “However, it was not that funny. I simply stated a fact.” He says pointedly. “Well yeah, I might have said fuck yes, baby. But that was just like an approval and now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to use it again. Baby Agnarr…” I snicker but his expression seems to soften at those last words, and he looks away. I notice the look o
XENDAYA. “More fabric, so we can cordon off the areas. We can put the families with little children over there. Women and men with no children to that side.” I order, frowning at Dagnoth, who has been my translator for the most part. He has now stopped to take a breather and I can’t fault him, but we don’t have time! “Dagnoth?” “Yes, of course, My Queen! Over here! Bring some more, quickly!” he thunders, motioning the men to bring over the sacking cloth we were using. I smile at that, but I still feel embarrassed knowing he fucked me. But like the others, they did not even make it awkward, almost as if it never happened. ‘Oh, they remember.’ Shayara says. ‘You can’t fuck us and not remember.’ ‘You aren’t helping.” “You can fit about 200 people in here,” Kaizoran says as he walks over, crossing his arms. “But… we have how many?” I ask, feeling my stomach sinking. “Thrice that…” “Mm, so we are getting those who are old enough to stay without their family to go to the quarters
AGNARR. I feel the shift in her demeanour and know her wolf has come forward; she grabs my cock, a devious smirk on her lips as she lets out a low sexy growl. Now that is turn on… I knew this little wolf will be easier to claim. She parts her lush thighs for me allowing me to curl my fingers deep inside of her but it does not stop her from massaging my cock. She bites her lips, her green eyes burning vibrantly. “Now this will be fun, aren’t you a little beauty?” I whisper huskily into her ear, enjoying the feel of my fingers buried deep into her pussy. She’s tight and soaking wet, and the moans that leave her every time I hit her sweet spot only drive me crazier. Her heart pounds as she begins to unbutton the front of my pants swiftly. “Of course we are.” She moans, grinding her hips against my hand. I grip the back of her head, about to kiss that neck of hers that I truly enjoy kissing when she yanks my head closer with immense force that I’m not expecting and begins kissing m
AGNARR. I step out of the food shed, ignoring the blushing women who wait outside, having clearly stopped from entering. I smirk, knowing Xendaya must have been mortified having to walk through this. “We are at war, yet I am glad you are able to find time for fun.” Hazran’s smug voice comes from behind me. “And it seemed to have gotten a little violent…” “It did not,” I reply, ignoring his first remark as I look down. The cuts are healing up fast enough, but they are extremely clear. “And yes, we had fun.” “I can tell from your smirk, and from the screams I heard, but I do have some… possibly bad news for you.” His smirk fades. “Oh?” I ask, becoming serious as I look at him sharply. He sighs and nods. “The two werewolves have arrived. We picked them up a few miles away. The guards thought it was best, just in case the enemy ended up intercepting them. We were certain you would not want that.” “They did the right thing, even if I do not like them,” I reply. I am not so pleased, b
XENDAYA. Agnarr’s parting words still replay in my mind, his behaviour and his attitude angering me. I try not to look at Callista or Lycus as I lead them inside. I’m angry at him. How dare he attack Lycus like that! This is what irks me about him. He always acts like he can do anything he wants. ‘Something must have triggered him. He only lashes out if someone disrespects him.’ Shayara replies defensively. ‘Don’t side with him, we both know he does have a temper.’ I frown. ‘I didn’t say he doesn’t. I said Lycus must have done something.’ She sounds displeased. Frowning, I block her out, not wanting to hear her sing Agnarr’s praises. I’m happy to see them, but I can’t deny that it makes me feel extremely nostalgic and I miss my family more than ever. “How was everyone when you left?” I asked. “Well, we left a few hours after you did. So, I can’t really say much.” Lycus replies, smiling gently at me. “Ah… I see.” “Come, My Queen, I will find rooms for our…guests,” Hazran says
XENDAYA. My legs seem to give way and I fall to the ground, my heart thumping as I stare at the doors, watching as if in slow motion as they swing shut and I’m left here with the shattering news I am unable to understand. “My Queen!” All three of them rush over, but I am unable to focus on them, staring at the closed doors. Agnarr… he’s the one who kissed me back when I was in the hospital… Why? Why did he hide it from me? ‘He knew…’ Shayara whispers. I can feel her confusion and sadness, but I don’t have an answer as to why he didn’t want us to know. My heart clenches, wondering why he would hide such a big thing? My head is spinning and Shayara sighs. ‘I know we are attracted to him, but why can’t we feel the bond all the time?’ She’s hurt that he kept it hidden from us, but I don’t have an answer to that either. ‘Doesn’t he want us as a mate?’ ‘Only he has the answers to our questions…’ I reply quietly as I stare ahead, my vision blurring. “Are you ok My Queen, the king wi
AGNARR. I fly over the land, watching as fire, ice, earth and water clash violently. The wind that cuts into us like sharp blades is far stronger than many of the other elements,proof that there are mostly air dragons around us. Yet all this time he remains out of sight, but I can feel his presence. Feel the putrid darkness that oozes the evil that always surrounds him, linger in the air like a heavy shadow, threatening to consume us all. Nefzaan, where are you? My people are fighting well, and I hope that the last of our reinforcements will make it soon. They are the element of surprise I need to succeed in this battle. When I learned that Nefzaan himself was travelling towards us, I sent out word, although I know there will be a price to pay for their help. The fact that they accepted is enough for me to give them whatever they wish for in return. Land, money, power. When I am king, they will be rewarded. Ever since this battle has begun, and as I obliterate my enemies, I can
XENDAYA. More than three hours have passed and I’m still down here, I’m currently holding a little hatchling as they call their pups. She’s barely nine months old, and she’s taken a liking to me as she now plays with my hair. I’m clapping along as a few of the children are now singing and playing. My own throat feels sore from all the singing as they kept asking for more and with their little faces showing some excitement despite the dire situation, why would I refuse? “My Queen, you must be tired, you should get up from the hard floor.” One of the women says gently. I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I reply quietly so as not to disturb those children performing. I smile up at her, reassuring her. Everyone is sitting on the floor and who knows how long they’ll be down here… What kind of life is this? Nefzaan was clearly a terror that everyone feared… such a person in a position of power… One other thing I noticed by spending time down here was the pride these people had in their king.
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless