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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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It Got Worse

The werebear lunged forward, swinging his claw at Arad's neck with a burning rage. Arad didn't even bother moving. It was as clear as day that such a weak attack wouldn't even pierce his scales. But something else happened.

Lunara's foot flew above Arad's shoulder and landed between him and the werebear, her toes digging into the stone ground as she gracefully swung her open palm forward, hitting the werebear in the stomach hard enough to send him flying with a blast.

She gently put her other foot down, looking down at her toes, ignoring the shocked gasps of her cultists.

The last thing Lunara wanted now was for one of her cultists to start a fight with Arad. It didn't matter how weak the werebear was, what mattered was the fact he was her servant and was attacking Arad, and that was bad.