All Chapters of Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[Carnelia] Ona is gone. My Sister Queen. My best friend. My dearest confidant and the one person in this crazy world I knew would always be there for me during times of need. A world without Ona doesn't make sense. I refuse to live in a world without her. If she cannot be here with me, I do not want to be here without her. As the darkness pours from my soul to encircle me in a cloud of death, I see her smiling face the first time she called me "Little Sister" even before I knew I was Primus' mate, or even what that would mean. I think of all of her tales of adventure from her life as a pirate and the way she taught me how to dance, so I could fall in love with her brother. When Primus was gone, she was the one to teach me how to be a dragon, how to control my body and my abilities, and how to wield them as a weapon to protect those I love. "Someone stop her!" I hear a voice around the edges of my shadow. But it is too late, it has already been released into the world. "Xane!"

[Orion]My mate led me from the room, down the hallway to a solid wall unlike any of the others. It looked like a shell on the surface, but as soon as Kora placed her hand upon it, it disappeared, revealing another door of twisted green and blue sea glass.She taps the glass three times, and a pad with strange scratches appears. She begins sweeping her hand across them, tapping them as if writing out a message, her fingertips taking on the form of a sucker as they make contact with each mark. The door slowly opens and reveals a chamber made of a shell with a long bench.I take a step forward, but she pulls me back."This conveyance was created by my father for just the two of us. For you to enter, I will need to add you to the system. "She explains as if any of what she just said makes any sense."How do I..."She grabs my hand and sticks it where her hand had just been. The panel is no longer solid, but something that feels like the inside of a jellyfish. My hand slowly sinks through

[Carnelia] The halls of Thalan's home in Elfholm are gilded with glowing blue writing, creating knotted vines and blooming jasmine in delicately applied ink. Between the knotwork are stylistically rendered scenes that do not look much different from the pages of the book about Carnelia the Great. I reach out a hand but stop short of touching. They are so beautiful and intricate, the paint so vibrant that it looks freshly applied. "How often do you repaint these," I wonder aloud, curious to know how long it might take to create something so fine. "Maybe once a century," he smiles, "The starstone we crush into the paint keeps it from fading. It also helps that these walls never see sunlight." His words confirm what I already suspected. One of the reasons nobody can find Elfholm is that it doesn't exist on the surface. "We do have a few waystations above ground, but we prefer to be as close as we can to our sacred crystal. For all other creatures, starstone is exceptionally toxic and

[Lyra]She glowed like a thousand falling stars when she lept after her mate, wrapping him in her arms.Our sister. Stella.It is a shame we may need to kill her.Because she doesn't remember who she is, or who she can be, she is more of a danger to us than a savior. And there is no way that she can truly remember herself if she's mated to that Terran. She doesn't know what it means to be a sun dragon under Terran rule if she can love one of them."Tis not her fault, Sister," Cosima advises. "Remember how Vega was when we found her, wandering the streets, believing she was human? She also had no idea what it meant to burn like the sun while trapped, chained to the Earth. Her mind had blocked the pain.""But she is his mate," I gasp in disgust. "She chose the Terran Prince over her own lineage. She may not be salvageable.""Hate the sin, not the sinner," Vega speaks up. "She knows not what she does."We didn't know our sisters had survived until our mother visited us in dreams. Cosima a

[Carnelia] "Primus" Moving as a shadow I find myself by my mate's side. I became the shadow. My husband is curled up in the nest with our children, snuggly resting by their side, lending them his warmth and protection, but as soon as he senses me in the room, his eyes snap open, glowing green like fresh leaves. "Carnelia."He slowly untangles himself from our brood, and I want to smile at the sweetness of it all but I'm terrified. Not only by what I just heard from my uncle but by what I might become. A creature of shadow. A creature of the void. "You came back to me," he cups my face as he brings himself closer, touching me tentatively like I might turn into vapor and disappear. For all he knows I might, I hurt his heart when I walked away. "I will always come back," I wrap my arms around him, taking pleasure in his solid strength. I need him to anchor me. Without him and our children, I might float away, becoming darkness. I need this. Breathing him in deeply, his warmth comf