All Chapters of The Flaming Heart: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The second Thorn heard mention of his half sister’s name, he felt his dragon blood freeze. Not now! Thorn thought. Leila was still sulking, angry at him for some mysterious reason, and he knew it was somehow related to Rina. But her sudden appearance in the Jubilee Inn would only worsen the situation. He decided he’d better stay put. “Erm…Ben?” Thorn cleared his throat and turned around to look at Ben, using it as an excuse to peek at Leila. To his vast terror, Leila’s face had grown even redder. “Go to the princess and find out what she wants.” “On it!” Ben peeled away from Leila and raced out through the front gate. Due to their constant practical experience on the battlefield, each of the knights and warriors in the room possessed an ability to precisely analyze their surroundings. They could sense that their prince was in trouble; they knew he was extremely nervous, even though he didn’t show it. Shortly after, Ben returned and loudly reported to Thorn, “The princess said she w

Thorn seemed to be in a bad mood; he hadn’t said a word the whole morning. His usual icy and regal air had further deepened, so everyone chose to just leave him alone.He was, indeed, in a terrible mood. Learning that Leila was the lost princess of the Stormy Clan had struck him unexpectedly. There had always been a faint voice, lingering in the deepest recesses of his dragon soul, telling him that Leila was no ordinary girl, that she was different from any women he had ever encountered. But he had deliberately ignored that voice. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling that went against his true desires. He’s afraid that the Mother Dragon may take her away from him.Stormy Clan was an ancient dragon clan, the origin of all dragon spirits. It had a direct connection with the dragon divinity. But the whole clan had vanished, following the death of the Father Dragon. His queen, the Mother Dragon, was too devastated to continue ruling. She soaked in her own tears every day. Her body became

Main Palace The first thing Dagen had to do when he returned to the palace from the Misty Mountains was to find the trapped dragon queen. He was pacing back and forth in front of Amaya’s chamber door and hesitated whether to talk with her or not. As the firstborn of the current dragon king and queen, so many thing should have been his, like the power of the throne and respect as the first silver bloodline prince; yet Dagen had always been in an awkward position. According to tradition, Thorn would inherit the throne as the dragon king’s firstborn, regardless of whether Tora was dead or alive. But he had never cared about the throne. All he really wanted was a caring family, which was impossible. There was always competition among the dragon princes. He was lucky to be physically adept and posses incredible strength. But he’d never been as ambitious as Remus. Even if Dagen had beat him in a fight, he would never give him a feeling of satisfaction. Complements he’d earned from the dra

The Dark TunnelFenris had decided to carry out his plan. He entered the dark tunnel connected to the outside of King’s Harbor, and its damp chill dissipated the unbearable heat. The dragon capital’s hot climate was one thing he couldn’t stand. One more reason to quickly settle his business and return to the north.The second prince of the werewolf kingdom wasn’t a fan of the dragon realm, nor would he visit if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. But it would be foolish not to invade during such a rare opportunity. The whole nation had lost their dragon spirits, which meant they had lost their power. He had been waiting for his chance ever since.He believed that the scarred dragon prince would never discover his true intentions. Remus’s ambition had never disappointed him. From the day he learned Remus planned to steal Thorn’s throne, he had started to carry out his plan. He orchestrated the attack at Ironedge to establish contact between the two kingdoms and even offered the poison to R

Holding a flagon of wine in his hand, the dragon king, Eros, absentmindedly sauntered into Thorn’s palace. He rarely visited, and didn’t dare come without an invitation. From the bottom of his heart, he knew that he owed Thorn a lot, and his birth mother, Tora, the love of his life. Eros never forgave himself for what he did to her.The castle was abnormally quiet, precisely what Eros had yearned for in recently years; yet his queen and children made sure the main castle was just the opposite. Peace and quiet had always been always a luxury for the royal family. There was always something to attend to—court affairs, laws to be discussed and passed, noble guests, the countless servants and staff, and more. But as time went on, he had forgotten most of it. He would only remember the most important moments in his life.He could almost sense that growing old had begun to affect his mind, and clearly not in a good way. Indeed, he had lived a very long time, long enough for his past to blur