Chapter 157
Vaelrix POV
Throne Hall of Elarion Spire
Realm of Aetheros
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Pathetic. That’s all I felt as I looked at the so called High King and Queen, still perched on their moonstone thrones like they ruled something worth bowing to.
Still clinging to tradition, to fear, to the illusion of control. They’d heard the truth. They’d seen the warnings. They’d felt my power shake their walls and still….Nothing.
Seraphina’s expression was a mask of indifference.
Thandriel looked like he was trying not to shit himself and call it strategy. Elowen stood beside me like a storm cloaked in skin. She was radiant, furious, and divine. And still they refused her.
They refused us.The tension snapped like a bowstring when two voices rang out.
“Then we will answer the call.” The crowd parted.
King Raedon Flameborn stepped forward, his armor red hot, smoking with barely contained fire magic. At his side, Queen Aevalyn of the Starborn, cloaked in veils of glittering starlight, her blade glowing on her hip.
“Our courts stand with the goddess touched,” Raedon declared. “Our armies ride at her side. The Flameborn and the Starborn will not sit idle while Raelith poisons our world.”
Gasps echoed around the Spire. King Thandriel flinched. “You would break protocol?”
Raedon growled, “I would break your fucking face if it meant saving our people.”
Aevalyn nodded. “The stars already chose her. You’re simply too blind to see it.”
My lip curled in approval. “At least two of you remember what honor is.”
Then I turned back to the thrones and dropped every ounce of restraint. “Fuck you both.”
The hall froze.
“You’ve let the realm rot for too long. You deserve what’s coming. Don’t beg for my flame when the darkness swallows your precious Spire.
I turned to Elowen, stepping in close, my voice dropping low and possessive as hell. “Come with me, little wolf. You’re done begging for scraps from cowards.”
Her eyes met mine, fierce and trusting. “Your court awaits.”
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Chapter 157
I looked to my guards and barked the command. “Portals. Now.”
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They moved fast. They were cloaked in draconic armor, and summoned shimmering green gold rifts in the air for each member of her party. One for the Flameborn. One for the Starborn.
The others hesitated for half a second. Then they followed.
They trusted her. They trusted me.
And the High Crown? They just watched.
Stunned. Silent. Powerless.
I turned back to Elowen, my chest tightening and my heart racing. She was stunning. Her scent was everywhere.
I shifted.
My body tore back into my true form, wings wide and rippling with magic, emerald scales glowing, fangs bared. I lowered myself before her with a guttural snarl that echoed for miles.
“Mount me, Elowen Skye Thorne. Let them witness what true power looks like.”
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And she did. Without fear. Without hesitation. She climbed onto my back like she was meant to be there. Because she fucking was. Gasps
rose like thunder.
A dragon… kneeling for a rider. Letting her mount him before the High Crown.
I bared my teeth at them all as I took off, my wings crashing downward with hurricane force, magic flaring as I rose into the sky with my mate on my back and war in my bones.
They would remember this.They would remember the day the dragons returned. And the day the goddess rode the storm.
Daxon Stormclaw POV
Fae Realm
Dragonborn Territory
The second I stepped through the portal, the air punched me in the lungs, crisp, hot, and humming with power, Not magic, Dragon.
We emerged into a realm unlike anything I’d ever seen. Mountains split the sky, jagged and silver veined, glowing faintly like they’d been carved by lightning. The sky swirled with a low, lazy aurora, casting green and gold across the valley below,
Massive stone towers coiled upward like dragon spines, each one etched with glowing runes and tethered by floating walkways. Below them? Hundreds, maybe thousands, of fae and dragons going about their day like this was normal,
Like they weren’t living inside a damn myth.
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Everywhere I looked, there were more of them. Dragons soaring overhead, their bodies marked with swirling sigils of earth, flame, wind, and water. Dragonriders, lean, elegant fae with smug ass expressions and long braids, dressed in armor made of polished scale and starlight, walked the grounds like they owned the godsdamn realm.
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