All Chapters of Stealing The Dragon's Heart : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Fox The girl's anguished cries echoed through the stone tunnels as the bindinqg spell took hold, amplified by the dragon heart gem. I smiled in satisfaction. Everything was proceeding perfectly to plan.Soon enough, the beast would come rushing to its keeper's distress call. And when it did, we would be ready this time. After so many failed attempts, finally the power of the dragons would be mine to command.I turned to the ring of robed figures assembled in the summoning chamber. "Prepare yourselves. It approaches even now, drawn by the bait."They nodded grimly, moving into assigned positions. I spared a glance for grey-haired Jackson, once my rival, now converted to the cause of bringing his daughter and her monstrous mate under control. Such bonds of family were so easily twisted to my purposes.Zoya pressed close, pride and bloodlust burning in her reptilian eyes. "Today we avenge all the wrongs ever inflicted on our clan."I stroked her raven hair indulgently, though inwardly I

SageEleven months ago...The halls were silent and deserted at this late hour, my soft footfalls barely whispering on the worn stones. I carried no torch, counting on the darkness to conceal my purpose. But each shadow made my heart stutter nervously.When I reached the heavy oak doors of the archive library, I paused, listening intently. No sound or light showed beneath the crack. Steadying my breath, I slid inside and secured the lock behind me.Lighting a single slim candle, I made my way between the dusty shelves and tables weighted down by ancient tomes and scrolls. At the back wall stood the object of my covert mission - an iron safe housing the most rare and dangerous texts in the dragon clans' collected lore. Sealed by blood magic, it was said none but the highest elders could open it. I prayed Fox's information had been accurate.From beneath my cloak, I produced the small vial Fox had given me along with meticulous instructions. The viscous liquid inside seemed to writhe un

Sage "Stay away!"I leapt forward with a primal scream, slashing wildly with my dagger at the snarling wolf pack. My reckless charge momentarily startled them, buying precious seconds as they fell back regrouping. But I knew I was hopelessly outmatched."Damn it."Panting, I retreated until my back hit the cave wall. Still the predators hemmed me in, creeping forward in a deadly semicircle to block any escape. As one lunged, I managed to deal it a bloody gash across its muzzle. But the others quickly darted in when my focus wavered, snapping frustratingly out of reach and wearing me down.Despair welled up as I realized my frantic struggles only prolonged the inevitable. Sooner or later my reactions would slow, and the entire frenzied pack would be upon me. Perhaps it was foolish not to yield to a quick end. But while breath still filled my lungs, some primal instinct refused to surrender meekly.When the alpha wolf leapt again, I screamed my fury and anguish, determined at least to

SageThe morning sun streamed in through the narrow window, stirring me reluctantly from a deep but dreamless sleep. I stifled a groan, every muscle in my body protesting the countless trips up and down the fortress steps the past week. Who knew fruit deliveries could be so grueling? But I was grateful for the work and Madam Pearl's trust. Her faith had granted me a chance, however slim, at slowly regaining my place here.With a sigh, I forced myself upright. The small chamber I'd been granted resembled a cell more than living quarters. But given the circumstances, any shelter within Valorhold's walls felt like sanctuary. As long as I continued proving myself useful, perhaps tolerance would gradually thaw into forgiveness.Donning a plain grey dress and sturdy boots, I plaited back my hair neatly before venturing out towards the sprawling kitchens. The rich aroma of baking bread and bubbling porridge set my empty stomach rumbling. While the cooks were always too busy to chat during me

SageThe creaking wagon jostled over every rut and hole along the worn forest road as Freya and I made our way cautiously towards the remote village Zoya had disappeared into days ago. She had slipped away in the early hours before dawn, furtive as a thief. Fortunately, the coins I pressed daily into tiny hands ensured extra pairs of eyes reported her departure. Now the chase was on. I flicked the reins, urging our placid mare to match pace behind the merchant wagon Zoya hid inside. What answers awaited at the end of this fresh trail? The uncertainties set my nerves skittering like spiders down my spine. But the thrill of progress after so long also quickened my pulse. Each turn of the wheels carried us closer to resolution, one way or another.Beside me, Freya too stared fixedly ahead, knuckles bloodless where she gripped her worn scabbard. Frost remained unaware of her disappearance from her sickbed, else dire retribution awaited us both upon return. But this was our only clue to s