The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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BTS POV

"Did you hear that?" Namjoon's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes," came the unanimous reply, tension thick in the air.

"It's coming from that way," Hobi said, his voice unsteady, pointing toward the dense forest.

"Sakura Waterfall," Taehyung shouted, his usual calm replaced by urgency.

Without hesitation, they bolted, their feet pounding against the forest floor. A strange, overwhelming force tugged at their very souls, urging them forward. Their hearts raced not just from exertion but from a gnawing fear they couldn't explain.

"Why do I feel like this?" Suga muttered, his usually cool demeanor cracking.

Jungkook clutched his chest, his breathing ragged. "Hyung... it hurts," he choked out, his voice laced with panic.

Namjoon's jaw clenched, his mind racing. "Something's wrong. Really wrong."

The closer they got, the more unbearable the feeling became-a searing pain in their chests, like their hearts were being ripped apart. Their breaths came in short gasps, their vision blurring with desperation.

They reached Sakura Waterfall, only to find the serene beauty of the cascade untouched. The juxtaposition felt like a cruel joke.

"Help... please, help," a voice called out, weak and trembling.

Namjoon's head whipped around, his eyes wild. "Where are you?" he shouted, his voice cracking with urgency.

Harry's POV

Louis burst into my chambers with grim news. "A black dragon has crossed our borders," he reported. "It's heading toward Sakura Waterfall."

My blood ran cold. Y/N and Olive were there. Ella had mentioned they'd gone for a walk.

Without wasting a second, I sent warriors to intercept the dragon. But Sakura Waterfall was far, and a knot of dread tightened in my stomach as I made my way there.

When I arrived, the scene was chaos. Olive, crowned with flowers, was locked in combat with a black dragon, his roars shaking the ground. Louis was already there, scanning the area with a frantic intensity.

"Where's Y/N?" I demanded, my voice barely steady.

Louis shook his head, his face pale. "I don't know. I just got here."

Fear surged through me like a tidal wave. We searched desperately until Louis suddenly sprinted behind a Sakura tree. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air.

I followed and froze.

Seven boys stood there, their bodies tense, their eyes glowing with unnatural intensity. They weren't just boys anymore; they radiated raw, primal power. Each one exuded an aura of protectiveness and rage.

"MINE," they snarled in unison, their voices a feral chorus.

My heart sank. Mates. Y/N was their mate. But how? They were so young, barely even seventeen. This was impossible.

"Stop!" I commanded, but they didn't budge. Their growls deepened, their eyes locked onto me as if I were a threat.

Y/N sat on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she clung tightly to Hobi. He held her like she was his lifeline, his body shielding her from everything around them.

Louis stood frozen, caught in Jungkook's deadly glare. My youngest, usually so soft and kind, now looked ready to kill.

"I'm not going to hurt her," I said softly, keeping my voice calm despite the tension. I stepped closer, my eyes on Y/N. "Can you stand?"

She shook her head, her voice trembling. "My leg... it hurts."

I nodded, suppressing my rising panic. "Jimin, let her go. We need to get her to the hospital."

I reached out, but Hobi's grip tightened, his growl low and warning. His eyes were filled with a primal need to protect her, but after a moment of hesitation, he pressed a gentle kiss to her head and let go.

"Hoseok, trust me," I said firmly.

He growled softly but stepped aside. I carefully lifted Y/N into my arms. She winced, clinging tightly to Jin's hand as if it were the only thing grounding her.

"Louis, secure the area. Handle the dragon," I ordered without looking back.

With Y/N in my arms and the boys following silently, I headed for the hospital. The air was heavy with unspoken words, each step weighed down by the gravity of what had just happened.

Jin's POV

The first time we heard the voice, it was faint, like a whisper carried on the wind. But the second time, it was clearer-pleading, fragile, and terrified.

"Help... please, help."

The sound struck me like a lightning bolt. My chest tightened painfully, an ache that spread through every part of me. I glanced at my brothers and saw the same desperation mirrored in their eyes.

We didn't need to speak; we all felt it. An uncontrollable urge to find her, protect her, hold her close.

We reached the Sakura Waterfall, our hearts pounding, only to find it eerily calm.

"Where are you?" Namjoon's voice cracked with desperation.

"I'm here," the voice called again, faint but unmistakable.

We ran toward the sound, our hearts racing. When we finally saw her, the world seemed to stop.

She was beautiful, heartbreakingly so. Her pink hair framed her tear-streaked face, and a delicate flower crown rested on her head. She clutched two more crowns in her trembling hands.

But what tore at me most was her eyes-blue, filled with fear and pain.

Hobi reached her first, falling to his knees as he pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she might vanish.

Then we saw it. Olive, crowned in flowers, was locked in a deadly battle with a black dragon. His roars were deafening, the ground trembling beneath their fight.

A figure approached, and instinctively, we shifted into a defensive stance, growling low and threatening. Our instincts screamed to protect her at all costs.

Then we saw another figure, and our growls deepened. Y/N whimpered, looking up at us with tear-filled eyes.

Our gazes locked, and in that moment, everything shifted.

She wasn't just a girl. She was ours.

Our mate. Our princess.