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The dragon's harem

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!

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Vars: A Lonely Rebellion

"Vars! Oi! Vars wake up. We have work to do." A man shouted, and Vars opened his eyes, still exhausted. "Is it time? We've been working all night," He growled.

"The villages are still alive. We can't sleep." The man replied with a grunt, "It's either kill or be killed," He looked away, "If we don't, he's going to pit us against each other. I rather kill a stranger than someone I knew for a day," He walked away.

Vars scratched his head as he stood, "Does it matter? Whether we know each other or not? That won't change the fact we're killing."

"The more reason to not care. We don't have a choice, not against a god." The man waved his hand, urging Vars to hurry. "Hurry!"

"Yes, Dad." Vars walked behind his father, yawning as they entered the inner sanctum of Almora's ancient burial, one of Katal's biggest cults on the eastern side of the elvish kingdom.