He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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THE TWO SPECIMENS have curious similarities in the color of their scales. The slimmer one is blackberry-colored, its muzzle is elongated and particularly aggressive. It is the full expression of wild beauty and has a scar that crosses its right cheek, extending down to its jaw.
Its counterpart has the same aggressive features, being the kind of Dragon that needs just an insignificant pretext to turn you into a pile of ash. The scales capture purple hues that transition into a dark tone. Rows of pointed scales protrude from the edges of its jaw.
They are Dragons straight from the flames of hell. Magnificent, powerful, terrifying. The coppery one that tried to kill me would run away with its tail between its legs.
There is a substantial difference in the color of their irises: the blackberry-colored one has warm caramel eyes with orange flecks, while the other has bright lavender eyes.
"Sylvaine. So this is where you were hiding..." says the dark purple hellish Dragon. Its male voice is like an erupting volcano.
Syl lowers her back and extends a paw. We step back. There is a smell of trouble, Syl's heart is agitated.
Are they dangerous?
She doesn't answer me.
"We want the truth," interjects the other Dragon for the first time, which I realize is female. "We've been told that you attacked Ignarok and fled, leaving the nest unguarded."
