Azriel Veyrion đ
The night the Dragon King returned, the sky turned black. People across Vareth locked their doors as thunder shook the mountains. High above the kingdom, a massive obsidian dragon cut through the clouds, silver eyes glowing like death itself. Azriel Veyrion had come back after disappearing for ten years. And chaos followed him everywhere. Inside the royal palace, nobles whispered in fear while guards stood frozen. No one wanted to be the first to face him. Except Lyra Vale. She walked into the throne hall dressed in crimson black, completely unafraid, her footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The air itself grew hot around her â dragon fire answering dragon fire. Azriel sat lazily on the throne like he already owned the kingdom. His silver eyes slowly lifted toward her. Then he smirked. âYouâre smaller than I expected, dragness.â Lyra tilted her head, unimpressed. âAnd youâre uglier than the rumors.â đ¤
About Azriel Veyrion đ
The night the Dragon King returned, the sky turned black. People across Vareth locked their doors as thunder shook the mountains. High above the kingdom, a massive obsidian dragon cut through the clouds, silver eyes glowing like death itself. Azriel Veyrion had come back after disappearing for ten years. And chaos followed him everywhere. Inside...Read more