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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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A Mighty Steed?

Aella forced her body to move, sitting on the bed's edge and staring at Arad. Like all elves, they don't sleep. They spend the night meditating with their eyes closed. She doesn't feel sleepy. This whole night she was out of exhaustion.

"That potion did a number on me." She growled. "As if I drank a berserker one," She sighed, standing with shaking knees.

With wobbling steps, she moved to the kitchen and went outside to bring water from the well. She stopped midway, realizing she was still naked, and had to get back inside.

After a quick shower with cold water, Aella felt better, yet all her limbs screamed. "This reminds me of the early days of the elven archery training," She sighed, sitting on a chair.

Aella's hips jolted, and her stomach ached. "Arad didn't go easy on me. What did that Gracie potion do?" She walked to the bedroom and took the potion from the ground. Bending down was more painful than she expected.