All Chapters of An Angels Betrayal : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Every dragon longed to get their tint of blue in their flame. Only the strongest, purest Dragon Shifters get theirs and only a very few was blessed with that gift. It was a magnificent gift but also a huge responsibility. It meant you had to control your anger because now that, wish could have become a reality. I could have burned Vigo, to a crisp. Dimitria came out with a robe and draped it around me as I turned back into my normal form. I tied it and went back into the house to get dressed… again. I sat down on my bed for a while and Dimitria came hurrying in. “Are you okay?” She asked before she threw open my cupboard. “I ripped my favourite jeans.” I said She turned and smiled. “Put this on.” She said still smiling. It was a pair of skinny jeans, a pink and black tank top with a pair of pumps. “But…” “You will fit in on the other side.” “Really?” I knew I sounded disgusted. “Come on, you have to finish up and go! Vigo is on his way to tell his mother”

It was almost lunch when Scales and I took off to the nesting grounds. We were in luck. It was a very cloudy day, and we could fly unnoticed above the clouds al the way to the nesting grounds. If we were discovered, it would be very bad for both of us. The nesting grounds is a huge island where dragons would come to nest. It was a safe place for mother and young to grow strong before returning home. No one knew where the dragons made their home, but since no one had ever seen a dragon after the war and the nesting grounds remained vacant, everyone assumed they were all gone. All except for Scales. As always, the nesting grounds were vacant except for a few creatures seeking the tranquility the nesting grounds provided. At our descend, they scattered and made noices of irritation. We made our nest close to Endresomera, at the most northern part of the nesting gounds. Everything was calm, relaxed, and silent, but that didn’t last at all. A little pixy came flying towards us,

"Zinnia, where are you going?" "If you can hear me, I am sorry. Please come back. " I tried to tell her as she disappeared again, but I was too weak. I couldn’t go after her. She has been haunting me ever since I lost the will to fight. It took everything in me just to breathe. The wolves blood was starting to work out of my system slowly. The helusinations were starting to fade, and I could think straight now and again. I could hear the murmers around me but could not hear anything else. The fire burning inside me started to fade, or I was starting to get used to the burning, but with it, my energy and strength faded as well. It was an effort to continue to breathe. It became an actual burden to draw breath. If only I could tell Zinnia how imensly sorry I am for giving up, I would give up, but I couldn't. I could feel my blood stalling in my veins. Even though the poison was working its way out, it was not working out fast enough. Maybe just maybe I would be we

I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot

- Warning, violence, and violence of a sexual nature will be described in this chapter -His eyes were closed as he started telling the story, his story; "I am a dwarf, a born, pure blood dwarf. My mother was not a noble, a royal, or carried any title. She was not a warrior, neither. She was a house dwarf. She worked in the house of one of the noble dwarfs. They were a very rich family and descendant of the dwarfish royal blood line. As well as descended from one of the Great Hero's. They had a son. A cruel, evil man." He paused and breathed in deep. His eyes opened, and I could see that he was no longer present and that he was very far away. "He raped her. She was a virgin, and he cruelly raped her over and over again. Ripping her open from the inside. She had to go to the healers and was made not to say anything. I was conceived, and he was made to marry my mother. While she was pregnant, he would beat her and rape her, wanting her to miscarry, but she held on, an