The day passed, and night started to fall. The palace was buzzing. Tonight was a blood moon. The blood-red glow of the moon seeped through my window. I tried to focus on my breathing, willing my mind to calm down. My head was pounding worse than it ever had before. I collapsed onto my bed, gripping the sheets, my teeth gritted against the pain, which came from somewhere deep within."Olivia, get a grip," I whispered to myself, but the pain was ruthless, unforgiving. Worse than anything I have ever felt before. I felt Aura stir, but her calming presence was drowned out by a new, fierce energy. "Olivia," it thundered, "I am Saphira, your dragon."The headache vanished as swiftly as it had come, replaced by a sensation I couldn't quite describe. I felt an overwhelming sense of power—raw, untamed, and ancient coursing through every inch of my body. I bolted upright, my breath ragged, trying to comprehend the impossible."Saphira?" I whispered into the dimly lit room, though I knew the wo
The next morning, I woke up. I expected my mind to be a mess, but instead, everything seemed to just fall into place. So many things that didn't make sense before now did. Last night felt like a dream, but I knew that it wasn't because I could feel my dragon Saphira inside my head.Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I got ready for the day before going to find Victor, needing to share the revelations from the blood moon night with him.As I reached the door to Victor's room, I hesitated. How would I explain that our world had just expanded in ways we never could have imagined? Taking a deep breath, I knocked."Vic, we need to talk."Victor opened the door, his expression one of mild curiosity. "What's up, Olivia? You look like you've seen a ghost.""More like a dragon," I muttered under my breath as I pushed past him into the room.He followed, half-amused, half-concerned. "A dragon? Seriously?"I turned to face him, locking eyes with all the seriousness I could muster. "I'm n
I decided to let Victor rummage through his thoughts alone. I knew what I had told him sounded crazy and didn't really make any sense, but I couldn't keep it from him. He was a part of this, whether he wanted to believe it or not. I made my way through the palace to see the twins, hoping that being around them would clear my mind. "Olivia," Saphira's voice sliced through the silence of my mind, startling me to a halt. "Before you see the twins, there’s something you should know.""Not now, Saphira. I’ve told Victor everything, and I can't handle any more surprises right now." I whispered."No, Olivia. This is important. Head to the North Tower of the palace. Your mother hid her diary there. It holds the answers to many of your questions."My pulse quickened. A diary? Perhaps it contained the missing pieces to this puzzle. I glanced down the hallway leading to the twins' rooms before making the choice to head to the north tower. The sooner I got answers, the better, not only for me bu
We spent the rest of the day going through our mother's diary. Each page revealed more secrets but also left us with more questions. My mother had fled the dragon kingdom in a hurry, but she hadn't explained why. The more I read, the closer I felt to my mother. We returned to the north tower, finding one more diary but something told me that there was still more. Most of my other entries were written in an almost code-like way, making it hard to put the pieces together. But something inside me told me that she did it for a reason: to protect her secrets. And the only way we were going to uncover everything was by finding every diary and also returning to the dragon kingdom. I sat across from Victor, lost in my mother's words. It was as if she was here with me, telling me her story. My heart was heavy because I wished that she really was here with me. Victor let out a loud sigh, sitting on the book he was reading on the coffee table. “How is it possible that these diaries give us so
We made our way to the front of the palace's gates. Lidia came rushing towards us, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. "Victor, wait!" she called, hurrying to catch up. “Lidia, I need you to stay here. The pack members will be scared, and they will need someone to look to,” Victor ordered her, leaving no room for argument. Lidia’s eyes softened slightly as she nodded.” of course.” Victor pulled her into a quick hug, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I love you, Lidia. I’ll see you when we return.” Lidia gave him a weak smile. "I love you too, Victor. Be safe." As Victor turned to lead the group away, I tugged Lidia aside. “Lidia, I need to ask you something important. Can you take care of my twins while I’m gone?” She looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. “Olivia, why are you willing to have me look after the twins? I know what they mean to you.” I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “I trust you because we are family, right?” Those words
Every part of me was filled with fear, but I had to be strong and do what I had come here to do. I knelt beside yet another injured pack member, trying to keep my hands steady as I tended to his wounds. The sounds of battle continued to rage around us, a constant reminder that we were far from safe. I glanced anxiously at the trees, my thoughts drifting back to Alexander. "Olivia!" A desperate voice called out, jerking me from my thoughts. I turned just in time to see a fighter staggering towards me, his body covered in cuts and bruises. He collapsed at my feet, gasping for breath. "What happened? Where's Victor?" I asked, my voice filled with panic. This was one of the warriors who left with Victor. He reached his hand out, gripping my arm with surprising strength. "Victor is in trouble," he panted, his eyes wide with fear and despair. "We tried to save him... but there were too many rogues. I barely made it out alive to warn you." His voice broke, and he slumped against me, exh
The feeling of free-falling was like nothing else. Time seemed to slow down as I watched the forest rush upwards to meet us—a blur of greens and browns. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound deafening in my ears. Alexander's body cradled mine. We hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud. The impact forced the air from my lungs, and I struggled to regain my breath. Alexander groaned beneath me, his body absorbing most of the fall. For a moment, neither of us moved; the world was silent except for our laboured breathing. "Alexander," I gasped, finally finding my voice. "Are you okay?" His eyes flickered open, and he forced a weak smile. "I've been better," he answered, his voice strained but alive. "Can you stand?" I asked, looking around. The sun would be going down soon, and we needed to get out of here. He gritted his teeth and nodded. "We don't have a choice." With visible pain, he pushed himself up, his muscles trembling with the effort. "We need to find Victor," I said. "
I had to get him out of the cold. I was going to lose him, pushing the pain of my injuries to the back of my mind. Alexander needed me, and nothing else mattered. I hoisted him onto my back. Letting out a cry of pain as I did. Each step was agonising, the wounds inflicted by the bear sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. But I couldn't think about that now. Alexander's life depended on me, and I wasn't going to let him down. The forest around us seemed to blur into a maze of shadows and faint moonlight as I searched for someone to use to take shelter. "Hang on, Alexander," I whispered. The trees seemed to lean in, their bare branches like skeletal hands reaching out, urging me to move faster. "Hang on, Alexander," I whispered. The trees seemed to lean in, their bare branches like skeletal hands reaching out, urging me to move faster. I felt his faint breath against the back of my neck, reassuring yet terrifying in its fragility. At last, I spotted the dark entrance of a c
The gentle hum of the wind rustled through the castle gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the kingdom, painting everything in warm, honeyed light. The Dragon Kingdom—our kingdom—was at peace.A week had passed since the final battle. A week since Nicholas had fallen, his tyrannical reign brought to an end. The scars of war still marked the land, but already, hope had begun to weave its way through the people, through the dragons, and through my own kingdom. Rebuilding had started, and with it, the promise of a future unshackled from fear and a united front between not only ours and their kingdom but also many others.And today… today was the day that I finally got to marry Alexander.The wedding had been a quiet affair, just as I had wanted—just those we loved, those who had stood beside us through the trials that had nearly torn us apart. The great hall had been filled with the laughter of
A bright glow surrounded me, cradling me like a guardian made manifest. It was the magic from deep within, awakened not by mere survival but by love—a force transcending the corporeal bounds defined by the fight.The descent slowed, the air holding me in a delicate dance with the elemental magic coursing through my veins. It whispered assurance and a promise returned in kind by the beating heart of the earth itself.As I alighted softly upon the weathered stones of the courtyard, strength and weariness meshed in a delicate balance. The energy wrapped around me, a cocoon of gentle power that ebbed almost tenderly, returning me to the ground with undeniable grace.The world righted itself, the battlefield, once a stage of cacophony and chaos, hushed into a stunned silence, witnessing the impossible shimmer into reality. A breath—my second chance drawn from the earth—and I stood, steady and whole.I looked up to see faces of disbelief switch to ones of hope. Alexander's strides carried h
Olivias povMy warning echoed in the air, but it was already too late. Behind Elijah, the king’s dragon surgeon moved with terrifying speed, its spear-like tail ready to strike. Everything seemed to slow as the scene unfolded—a cruel dance of shadow and flesh, friend and enemy caught in fate’s grip.Time froze as the dragon’s tail pierced Elijah’s back, ending the moment in brutal finality. Pain and realisation filled his face, his emerald eyes widening in shock. His body crumpled forward, silent in the tragedy he had become a part of."No!" The word tore from my throat, breaking the heavy silence that settled like a shroud. But through my horror, an undeniable truth took shape with each heartbeat—Nicholas’s greatest betrayal wasn’t just in his violence but in the cold decision to sacrifice his own son for power.As Elijah fell to his knees, Nicholas grinned—a wicked smile that could freeze the ocean. He waved the horn, the sound still ringing in my ears, and in that moment, his inten
Olivia's PovThe sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke, and the battlefield lay beneath me, a chaotic tapestry of combat and valour. Riding Saphira, my trusted dragon, I felt an unprecedented harmony between us. Her thoughts intertwined with mine, weaving a tapestry of mutual understanding and unity. Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray.Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.Through the din of clashing swords and bellows, Saphira's voice sizzled like lightning in my mind. *O
Alexander's POV The battlefield pulsed with chaos, a vast symphony of metal clashing and figures weaving through a smoky haze. I fought with a focused intensity that came from the core of my being. Each movement was purposeful, and each turn of my blade was meticulously calculated. This was more than a war of physicality; it was a contest of spirits fueled by love and vengeance. All around me, my pack surged forward like a tidal wave, wolves overcoming soldiers with primal ferocity. As I caught a glimpse of Olivia soaring overhead on a dragon's back, a wild joy lit me from within. Her presence was like a beacon, a promise that drove me onward, deeper into the heart of conflict. My attention was wrenched upward by the tumultuous struggle above. There, in the sky, dragons twisted and turned in an aerial ballet of might and desperation. King Nicholas and his son, Elijah, battled with a fury that seemed to rend the sky itself. Nicholas's dragon fought with savage intensity, every swi
Elijah's povThe clamour of the battlefield swelled around me, punctuated by cries and the clash of steel. My heart was a tempest, torn between my loyalty to my father and my love for Olivia. I had never intended to become a pawn in this war, but here I stood, bathed in conflict, with my mind spiralling around the impending chaos. As I left Olivia's side earlier, my frustration boiled over into the tense air. "Cease this madness!" I cried out to the guards, their movements a blur of aggression around me. "These people are not our enemies!" Laughter erupted in response, sardonic and cruel. "The King has spoken, not you, Prince Elijah. We fight until death unless he says otherwise." Disdain twisted within me—a serpent rearing its head. Their insolence, their mindless obedience to Nicholas's bloody decree, was galling. But I knew why they refused me. I wasn’t their king, merely a shadow cast by my father’s ambition, a prince wearing false armour. The world spun with futility. Seeking
The ground was approaching swiftly beneath me, a swirling mass racing to meet my descent. Every instinct screamed that this was a mistake and that the leap would surely be my undoing. But even as fear clenched my heart, the dragon's scale in my grip pulsed with a warmth that banished doubt. One hundred meters above the earth, however, a shadow loomed. The first dragon I had saved soared to my rescue, swooping beneath me with a grace that defied the chaos of my fall. Relief erupted within me as I landed on its broad back, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. Holding tight to the rough, warm scales, I murmured, "Thank you."The dragon's powerful wings flapped, beating a defiant cadence against the tumultuous winds. It rose into the sky, a guardian taking flight, and together, we soared, the kingdom unfurling beneath us as a tapestry of vibrant life and teetering conflict.As if in a dream borne aloft, hundreds more dragons began to appear, majestic and fierce, emerging from the shadows
Olivias povI raced through the tunnels with a sense of urgency so intense it felt like a physical force pushing me onward. My breaths were ragged, each inhalation a struggle as I navigated the labyrinthine passages beneath the kingdom. My mind was a whirlwind, and though my plan was half-formed at best, I knew the dragons were my destination—their strength would be paramount in the battle to come.As I emerged into the dragon chamber, the oppressive air filled my lungs, heavy with the scent of fear and confinement. I couldn’t afford to hesitate, even as my heart pounded with the weight of what I was about to do. There they were, magnificent creatures tethered by chains, their eyes pools of ancient wisdom and unfathomable pain.The sight of the three guards was like a cold splash of reality, snapping my senses into sharp relief. The lead guard shouted, “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!” His voice echoed menacingly through the chamber, but I was beyond fear.Panicking would
Alexanders povThe moment we scaled the wall, chaos erupted like a storm unleashed upon the city. The guards, mere specks below, shouted commands in a futile attempt to contain the inevitable. Before anyone could react, a deafening roar sliced through the pandemonium, and the dragons descended, dark silhouettes against the dawn sky. Each dragon was a testament to terror and power, their scales shimmering with malice as they perched above the city. Fire erupted from their jaws, slicing through the air like molten spears, incinerating everything in their path. The city seemed to collapse inward upon itself, screams of horror mingling with the crackling of flames. Yet, amidst the chaos, my objective remained clear. I needed to reach the palace and confront Nicholas, ensuring he could never threaten Olivia or Sarah again. Victor and the others would search for them, but I would end this once and for all. As we pushed forward, defenders surged toward us, their weapons drawn with the con