All Chapters of The Exiled Dragon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OdessaThe warm covers shifted. My body was wrapped up in a cocoon that was holding me tightly together. Groaning, I tried to wiggle free, only to find my mate standing at the large windows at the edge of our room. He stood ridged. I felt his dragon growling, stirring inside him. His large shoulders pulled back, his scales rippling down his arms, only to be sucked back into his body.“Creed?” I whispered, finally pulling the warmth of the covers away. I was in a nightgown. He must have dressed me, I don’t even remember coming back from dancing. Creed’s body stood by the window, being utterly still, his eyes scanning the courtyard. It looked to be morning, but looking up into the sky, there were no suns.My arms wrapped around him, my head leaning on his back. “I have to go find him, Odessa,” Creed brea

OdessaMy mind was made up when the day ended on day two. I was extremely mad. Was it completely childish of me? Of course, it was, but I didn’t care. I was going through the “whiny” teenager stage I never went through and wanted Creed with me.Everyone was out hunting vampires, witches, and whatnot while the women sat in the library listening to a famous sorceress, Bohdi, that came from Earth to help us with our dilemma. She had been called on by Princess Sadie and her parents, saying they direly needed help and that a large war was going to be upon us.She was a bit eccentric; she talked about how she dyed her naturally back hair into bright blonde so she would not be recognized easily. The only thing giving her away would be spells she would cast on people and the imprint it leaves. If a skillful witch knew what they were doing, they could extract the marker and find out it was her.“You’re a gorgeous dragon,” she sa

Nicholas led Creed through a series of dark corridors of the palace. With each step, Nicholas’ heart pounded in his chest as he continued to go further and further into the ground of the infamous dungeons of the Light Kingdom. There were several floors that contained different holding cells. One for the lesser crimes such as petty theft, the deeper your descent, the worse the crimes and the worst punishment prisoners received.As they continued lower, the heat of the light sources no longer penetrated into the Bergarian soil. The icy darkness consumed them as the torches on the wall continued to struggle to keep the hallway’s light. Drips of stale water, blood, and sewage dripped down the aging rocks. The rust hung on the silver and iron bars, scraped by the thick skin of Creed, who hung close to the cells. Showing no fear to the prisoners that hid within.Orion stood at the end of the last level of the prison. His white robes were a stark contrast to the d

CreedTaking off from the palace gardens, my wings were thrust forward, causing the area to be rained down by a relentless wind. The smaller sapling trees falling over, petals of mystical flowers that Odessa had enjoyed in our walk in the garden were instantly shredded to pieces. Female dragons stood on the ground, holding their palms up to their foreheads as I graced the sky straight to the light sources.Male warriors ripped their tunics, stripping down just to their loincloths, trying to follow. Reaching the top of the trees, I discovered the forest, looking for any movement. She couldn’t have gone too far. I haven’t left her for too long. I could feel the pull in my chest guiding me in the general direction of where she might be, but the pull became weaker and weaker as I tried to follow.Heading south, there was only so much land they could cover just on foot. My flight could take me a quarter of the time more than that of horses. However, if bl

OdessaCreed held me tightly, his powerful arms encompassing my waist. My dress was soiled, ripped, and covered in deep red blood. The witch was completely destroyed. Blood covered her face to where I could no longer see the darkness in her eyes.My body tensed, and immediately Creed turned me in the opposite direction. He was so in tune with me as I was him. His fury was far from over, but his urge to protect me and keep me safe kept him from going crazy.Mortus laid on the floor, his head dismembered from his body, but I still did not dare to look in that direction. Whatever Creed did post head ripping, I wasn’t sure, but I bet it would cause permanent damage later.The yells coming from above our heads had been silenced. I didn’t notice them until the roars had subsided. Dirt continued to fall from the area Creed had fallen from the roof. “Where am I?” I whispered, my head looking just into his scruffy neck. I dared not look aro