All Chapters of Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

As soon as the three of them arrived at the dining room, they found that everyone had already gathered in the dining room. While Bianca and Erna were already making their way towards the seats near Theo (mostly, it seemed that the reason was that Bianca wanted to sit next to Theo, and Erna just went along with it), she was still searching for the empty seat "Nikki, over here!" Veronica turned her gaze to Karl and Stephen, who had just called her name almost at the same time. It was Karl who looked the most enthusiastic about getting her attention, as the man waved his hand with his eyes moving towards the empty seat between him and Stephen. She responded with a small nod and walked towards the chairs provided by Karl and Stephen, heaving a sigh of relief that she would not have to waste time looking for another empty seat and end up sitting with a stranger he did not recognise at all. "How are you doing, Karl?" Veronica leaned towards Karl and kissed her boyfriend on both cheeks

Sean Laurent's breath hitched as he made it back to Schneider's headquarters. His entire body was covered in scars from his fight with his younger brother, Stephen."Put me down here, idiot…," he muttered in a hushed voice, having lost almost all his strength to one of the soldiers who had rescued him and carried him away from the shores of the lake.His hands pushed the troop's body roughly, pulling the troop's body away from him until the troop fell tumbling onto the corridor floor. In front of him, he saw the figure of Eren Whittaker, who had closed the dimensional portal magic again, looking at him with a concerned look.Seeing Eren's concerned look made him snort in annoyance. His eyes narrowed, staring intently at Eren's figure, which was still frozen in place."What's with that weird look of yours?!" he shouted curtly, before he had to stop talking because his chest felt tight. He coughed, coughing up large amounts of blood, until his blood stained the corridor floor. "Motherfuc

Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile.His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.As his great-grandfather had said when he first started his job as a magic weapon maker for the Berthold family, the Berthold family could not make weapons haphazardly or mass-produce weapons like the weapons used by humans in general. His great-grandfather always emphasised that every magic weapon must meet the characteristics of the owner of the weapon, so the Berthold family could only make weapons based on the request of the

Stephen stood on the balcony of Nora's residence, facing directly the view of Waterford city. Nora's magic dome created the illusion that this place was in the middle of town for security reasons and that Schneider did not want to be tracked down, so even he also did not know where he was at this time. If it was not for Nora who had come to pick him up and carried him away from the lakeside with Veronica and Karl that time using the magic dimension portal, he would not have known what would have happened to him or this place. His hand tapped his half-remaining cigarette butt into the portable ashtray given to him by Arabelle before he left the dining room after breakfast. His gaze fell on the ashes from the cigarette he was currently smoking. He did not know how many cigarettes he had smoked, but he had no intention of quitting smoking. His mind clearly needed a cigarette to distract him from the complicated problems he was facing. The first time he set foot in this place was when h

Febrina's eyes were fixed on Gavin's moving lips. No sound left the man's lips along with the silence that enveloped him. She tried several times to refocus her attention on Gavin, trying to shake off the silence that was creeping more and more out of her.She bit her lower lip, keeping the panic inside. Along with the silence, the surrounding scenery began to change into a blend of black and white, starting to lose their original colours, thus making it feel like she was watching an early twentieth-century silent film.And she did not like it.She clearly did not want Gavin to know what she was going through right now. The last time she was in this state was when her younger sister was in a coma due to an incident twelve years ago.She desperately hid her fear from her boyfriend, pretending to listen attentively to Gavin's words, even though in reality she could not catch a single word from Gavin. She surely could not read lip language, so obviously, concentrating on reading Gavin's l