The Black Dragon Warrior

The Black Dragon Warrior

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The great black dragon warrior had cut himself off from the world he belonged to after being banished from the castle of gods for a crime, that no one heard his reason behind. He was sent to the fiery hell to serve the time in imprisonment for his crimes. And now, after a century, the dragon has his own life, away from the creatures, in the world of humans, he lives just like any other human being, working and breathing for himself. His peaceful life turns not so peaceful when the creatures from the past start coming around to persuade him to come back. But the dragon has his mind set. He won't step inside the place where he was humiliated. ⚠️WARNING: This is a work of pure fiction and my imagination. It does not correlate to the real world in any way, shape, or form. UPDATES: Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Started: 9 July 2023 Ended:-
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They called it the perfect match. Highborn. A Golden. The kind of man girls are supposed to dream of. My brother said I should be grateful-that my duty was to marry well, smile sweetly, and lock our families together with heirs. So I did what any sane woman would do. I ran. Well-technically, I rode. And my best friend, bless his unhinged tendencies, came with me. The plan was simple: get to Ashborn Academy-three thousand feet above the sea, where dragons breathe fire into the bones of the mountain. Get accepted. Learn to ride a dragon. And then fly wherever the hell I wanted. Only problem? He's here too. The so-called perfect match. And dragons? They aren't horses. They're chaos with wings, and they don't care whether I live or burn. I thought I was ready. I thought freedom would taste sweeter than silk and silence. But it seems I've only traded cages. This one isn't golden-it's iron, and raw, and hiding more secrets than I ever imagined.

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