All Chapters of The Dragonborn of Raymonds High: Chapter 11
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The Dragonborn of Raymonds High
“Principal Steve, I think it’s time we had a proper conversation.”Jones produced a document.Stamped clearly across it was an official statement issued by the police—a declaration of innocence.Under the biting winter wind, the paper fluttered softly.Principal Steve froze.The document was entirely beyond his expectations, catching him utterly off guard. It took him a long moment to recover from the shock before he forced out an unsteady response.“Uh… a statement from the police…” he stammered. “Well… all right. Let’s talk in my office.”……The principal’s office was lavishly decorated, a crystal chandelier casting brilliant light from above. Steve sat in the velvet chair reserved exclusively for the principal, his beautiful secretary standing attentively beside him.Frowning, Steve examined the student file on his desk.Jones. From the slums. Tuition waived solely due to outstanding grades. Forced to work part-time just to survive.Nothing impressive, he thought coldly. Just anoth
The Game That Decides Fate
On the basketball court, the beautiful cheerleaders moved with fiery passion, their rhythmic motions pounding straight into the crowd’s hearts, stoking the already tense and electrifying atmosphere to a fever pitch.Bob’s chest rose and fell sharply. His heart had never beaten so violently before.Win today, and he would enter the state qualifiers.Their opponents were the varsity team from St. Fri Middle School. Yet nearly all of Raymons High’s main players were gone. Only Bob and Jones remained to shoulder the burden. Bob had absolute confidence in his skills—but when his gaze drifted to the leg that had only recently been injured, a flicker of anxiety still crept in.Kids from the slums rarely got chances to change their fate.And for Bob, this afternoon might be the only one he would ever get.Become a basketball star—or remain a slum kid forever.“Relax, buddy,” Jones said, draping an arm over Bob’s shoulder, his tone calm and assured. “Tonight’s winners will be us.”Bob forced a
crisis
Inside the finest restaurant in Water City, warm candlelight shimmered against crystal wineglasses as an elegant waiter poured Lafite from the vintage of ’80. The rich aroma unfurled through the air.Sarah gently swirled the rose-red wine in her glass. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beauty vivid and intoxicating—so radiant it defied description.“To our victory,” Jones said, raising his glass.Their faces drew close, the space between them filled with a sweetness so thick it seemed almost tangible.A faint blush colored Sarah’s cheeks as she breathed in the powerful, masculine scent clinging to Jones, her expression hazy with intoxication.Their glasses were about to touch—When Jones suddenly frowned.A chilling intent, sharp and murderous, surged toward him along countless lines of sight.Danger.Jones shot to his feet, pulling Sarah behind him.“Something’s wrong, Sarah. We’re heading for the back exit—now.”“What? What’s happening?” Sarah asked, startled. This wa
A Sorrow Cold to the Bone
On the rooftop.Blood dripped onto the concrete as howling winds tore at Richard’s black tailcoat. His hand glowed with an icy blue light as he pressed it against the claw wound ripped deep into his chest, freezing the injury solid and sealing the blood that threatened to pour out.Before him stood three towering figures with crimson eyes.Their thick, vivid fur, massive frames, and long, razor-sharp claws revealed their identity beyond doubt—Werewolves.Creatures that belonged only to legends. To stories told in whispers.The leading werewolf licked the blood from his claws, his expression intoxicated.“Dragon blood… always so sweet. Even the flesh of a dragon-blooded servant carries such fragrance.”He chuckled softly. “Who would’ve thought that while our Alpha searches for his fated mate, we’d stumble upon such a delightful bonus? Your master—the dragon-blooded one—he’s inside that restaurant, isn’t he?”His greedy gaze slid toward the building below.“Filthy beasts,” Richard roar
Raging Fury
“No!”The roar—deep, furious, and overwhelming—thundered through the restaurant’s rear courtyard.Dragonic pressure descended in an instant.Every ordinary human present collapsed unconscious on the spot, Sarah included.The werewolf stared at Jones in astonished delight, crimson eyes burning with greed.“A dragon-blooded one?”Boom!The werewolf’s smile froze.The predatory thrill in his eyes vanished, replaced by sheer terror. He lowered his head—slowly, mechanically—and stared at the hand that had pierced straight through his chest.Drip.A single drop of foul-smelling blood hit the ground.Then it came like a torrent.Blood sprayed outward as Jones withdrew his arm, a still-beating heart clenched tightly in his grip—the heart of a werewolf, pulsing wildly as life drained from it.“How… how is this possible?” the werewolf shrieked.“That speed—are you… have you undergone a second Dragonblood Awakening? No! Impossible! Those ancient monsters are reclusive lunatics—why would they eve
A Threat Lurking in the Darkness
The werewolf trembled as he poured out everything he knew.“Honored lord,” he said hoarsely, “we—those races driven to the edges of the world—have long harbored a mad plan. Vampires, werewolves… all of us from the dark. We are tired of hiding in shadows, tired of living in fear every single day. We cannot even open our hearts to the ones we love, because the moment our secret slips out, death follows.”His voice sank, heavy with grief.“Our tribe once had kind-hearted wolves. But when they chose to trust their lovers or friends with the truth of who they were, what they received was not understanding—only police bullets and military rifles.”His body shook violently as he spoke. A memory surfaced unbidden—his younger brother, torn into bloody fragments by rifle fire simply because he had trusted the wrong person.The werewolf looked up at Jones, searching desperately for even a trace of sorrow, a hint of sympathy.But he found nothing.Those golden eyes were calm—terrifyingly so. Not
To Fulfill Your Dream
In a villa on the outskirts of the City of Water, Henry slowly swirled his glass of red wine, indulging in visions of a glorious future.“One disobedient bastard is already dead,” he said with a sigh of regret. “What a pity he killed himself. I didn’t even get to savor his screams, to properly enjoy the sound of his suffering.”Henry glanced at Bob’s corpse beside him and clicked his tongue.“And then there’s that other one—Jones. A filthy lowborn. He just happened to worm his way into the mayor’s circle, and he thinks that means he’s made it? No. A mud-caked peasant will always be a mud-caked peasant.”The thought of it—being shoved into a police car, his humiliation, his bitter defeat at Jones’s hands—sent a surge of rage through him.Henry rose from his seat and strode into the hall.Lewd gasps echoed through the room. Catherine stood completely naked, flanked front and back by two towering werewolves, their powerful bodies bare. She moved in perfect compliance with every motion, h
The Nightmare of the City of Water
At the Dupont family estate—the ancestral manor of Henry’s family—a singer on the stage strummed a guitar, singing a local country song of the City of Water. It was a tune every long-time resident knew by heart.A song about effort, struggle, and dreams. It had witnessed them grow from youth into old age, and had borne witness to the City of Water’s transformation from a rural town into a beautiful metropolis.Amid the gentle melody and the steady rhythm of the guitar, a political game was quietly unfolding.Under the brilliant crystal chandeliers sat Mayor Rowan, facing a middle-aged man.“Mayor Rowan, to a successful cooperation,” said Mr. Billy, the head of the Dupont family—known behind closed doors as the Shadow Viper—raising his glass in a toast.Rowan drained the red wine in his glass, yet the sweetness he usually savored tasted oddly bland tonight.He looked at Billy’s ingratiating smile and felt an inexplicable unease.Although he had already secured the support of several po
Dragon’s Pride
The Lamborghini executed a flawless drifting turn, smashing through the black-clad assassins in its path and sending them flying. Red blood splattered across Jones’s calm, composed face, making him look like a cold, merciless reaper.“Kill him!” Julian roared, pointing his scepter at Jones.What Julian hated most was this feeling—when everything was firmly under his control, only to be disrupted by an uninvited intruder.Especially tonight.Tonight, Julian had betrayed humanity itself, staking nearly everything he possessed on this single operation. Failure was unacceptable.Anyone—anyone—who stood in the way of his becoming the master of the City of Water had to die.Bullets poured toward the Lamborghini. Even an expensive supercar was reduced to twisted scrap metal in an instant. Thick smoke billowed from the engine, sparks flashing violently.Boom!The fuel tank exploded.The entire car was hurled into the air, flipping three full rotations before crashing down with a thunderous im
A Fateful Choice
“I refuse.”Jones’s words fell like a heavy stone dropped into a still lake, sending ripples through every heart present.Laun snapped his eyes open and stared at Jones in disbelief. Over the long course of his life, he had witnessed countless betrayals driven by greed and self-interest.But Jones—Jones was a rarity. One in ten thousand.Laun could hardly believe what he was seeing. Faced with temptation vast enough to rule an entire city, Jones had rejected the werewolf’s offer without hesitation.In an instant, the werewolf’s expression turned colder than ice.“You have made the wrong choice,” the werewolf said, opening his blood-soaked maw.The vampire sneered from the side. “Caesar, it seems this fool doesn’t appreciate your goodwill. Why not turn him into our next meal?”The moment his words fell—Under Julian’s command, more than a hundred black-clad assassins began to advance on Jones step by step.At the same time, beyond the manor walls, ghouls, wendigos, goblins—countless d