All Chapters of THE ALMIGHTY WAR DRAGON : Chapter 1
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15 chapters
THE HEIR BETRAYED
The heat core pulsed like a golden heartbeat inside the containment chamber, washing the lab in warm light.Evans Draker stood before the glowing cylinder, sweat on his forehead, excitement rising as readings stabilized."Output holding at ninety seven percent," A technician shouted. "No fluctuations!"Another scientist spun from her console, grinning. "Evans, it's stable! We actually did it!"Laughter filled the lab. Weeks of sleepless nights and pressure melted into relief.The coming winter was said to be Drakarion's harshest; it was said that districts will freeze and the cold that's was coming had the capacity to freeze the citizens and other living matter to death. But the prototype before them, powered by the Celestro Dragon core from Evans body, emitted enough heat that was required to keep millions alive.Evans rested his head on the chamber. "We can scale it. If we replicate this design, every home in Drakarion can stay warm even in the incoming harsh winter."The team swar
TRIAL OF THE FALLEN DRAGON
Lord Adrian looked away, his jaw was tight. “A trial will commence immediately. There is too much blood tied to this incident. You will defend yourself before the Drakarion Kin Council.”Ronan stepped aside, lowering his gaze with practiced sorrow. “It’s for the good of the clan, Evans.”Evans wanted to rip that false concern off his brother’s face.The soldiers dragged him toward the elevator. His research team pressed back in fear. One whispered, “I… I didn’t think he’d go this far.”Evans turned his head, voice low. “I didn’t do anything.”The elevator doors opened with a metallic groan. They shoved him inside, and the lift began its slow climb toward the council floors. Fluorescent lights flickered over the metal walls as Evans stared at the floor, his breath tight.“He didn’t even let me explain,” he muttered.One soldier shifted uneasily. “My lord… just wait for the trial.”Evans lifted his head. “You really think they’ll listen? You think anyone up there want the truth?”The gu
BIRTH OF THE PRIMORDIUS DRAGON
CHAPTER 3 — THE AWAKENING IN THE GARAGEThe cold night pressed against the steel walls of the transport vehicle as the convoy rolled away from the palace gates. Evans sat between two soldiers, his wrists were locked in metal cuffs that rubbed against the skin. Snow tapped the roof of the vehicles in steady, soft rhythm.“Where are you taking me?” he asked, with a voice that was flat.The soldier on his right didn’t look at him. “We are taking you to the holding prison. Your exile begins at sunrise.”Evans stared at him. “Funny. I was supposed to be taken home first. Pack my things. Say goodbye to people that matter to me. But here we are, driving into the dark.”There was no response.“Ronan sent you, didn’t he?” Evans added.The soldier across from him finally spoke, his jaw was tight. “Save your breath. It won’t matter after tonight.”Evans let out a short, humorless laugh. He saw through their thoughts already. “You guys are not even pretending anymore.”The first soldier flicked
THE MERCENARIES’ LAST MISTAKE
Fear crept across the burning garage as the last sparks from the extractor machine faded into smoke. The mercenaries stood frozen, unable to process what they were seeing. Evans rose slowly from the slab, golden light swirling around his body like a living storm. The scales on his cheek glimmered beneath the firelight, casting reflections across the rusted walls.One of the mercenaries backed away, nearly tripping over a toolbox. “How… how is he still standing?”Another’s voice cracked. “We drained him. I watched him turn pale after all the dragon force left his chest.”Evans’s voice was steady and cold. “I told you all. You wasted your time trying to extract the Celestro Dragon Force from me.”The men shuddered, glancing at each other, trying to decide whether to run or fight. The leader pushed forward before anyone panicked. His face was pale, but he forced a sneer.“Don’t be fooled,” he said loudly, pointing toward the glowing crystal inside the extraction machine. “His Celestro f
THE MAN WHO KNEW THE PRIMORDIUS
The fire inside the ruined garage crackled as Evans stared at the mysterious old man who stood clapping in the smoke. The golden aura around Evans still pulsed like a living flame, and patches of scales shimmered along his jaw and neck. Every instinct in his body warned him that this stranger could be a threat. His muscles tightened, and his dragon force responded with a low, dangerous hum.The old man took another step forward.Evans’s aura flared instantly as he surged forward with the force of a predator. “Step back,” he growled, his voice was deeper and rougher than before. “Or you will die where you stand.”Heat rolled from his body in a wave. The flames on the walls bent toward him, responding to his rising power. The old man paused, but he didn’t flinch. He simply lifted his hand in a calm gesture, the polished surface of his cane tapping lightly against the floor.“Peace, Lord Evans,” he said with a gentle smile. “Calm yourself. I am not here to harm you.”Evans narrowed hi
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
Evans had never imagined that the first morning after awakening the Primordius Dragon Force would begin in a quiet hotel bathroom, staring into a cracked mirror, struggling with a mustache.The disguise felt ridiculous. The thick brown thing sat awkwardly over his upper lip, too large for his face, too heavy for someone who once carried a noble Drakarion crest as heir to the Drakarion throne. He pressed the edges firmly, testing the adhesive, then leaned back to examine himself. The wig—short, dark, nothing like his usual sharp royal cut—completed the stranger looking back at him.He exhaled slowly. “So this is my life now,” he murmured. “An exile dressing up like a fugitive.”His reflection did not answer, but the faint scales along his jaw glimmered beneath the artificial hotel lights, reminding him he was no longer the man he used to be. He tugged on the collar of the rough street clothes Patrick Johnson had bought him. The fabric felt cheap, unfamiliar, almost insulting compar
INTO THE DRAGON UNDERGROUND
Patrick was still panting like he had been punched in the lungs. His hands trembled on the steering wheel, his eyes turned wide with a panic he failed to hide.“What… what was that for?” he managed, his breath was uneven.Evans studied him before tapping his shoulder lightly, almost friendly. “Don’t worry. It’s okay.”Patrick didn’t look convinced. Sweat slid down his temple. Evans leaned back, the gold in his eyes fading, but not completely.“I’ll be honest,” Evans said. “You hid it well. A businessman with the Celestro Dragon Force?”Patrick swallowed hard. “What did you do to me?”“An old trick my grandmother taught me. Breaks aura masking. Brings the truth out for a second.” Evans’s voice stayed calm. “Now tell me the real reason you’re dragging me to this ‘business meeting’ before I pull out the truth from your head myself.”Patrick started the engine. Outside, the shining towers of central Drakarion faded into older, rougher buildings. Smokestacks replaced clean streets.“I didn
THE BAR THAT TREMBLED
The laughter in the bar hit Evans like a wave. Boris and Silas were still chuckling, shoulders shaking, while Maelik watched with a thin, superior smile. A few nearby drinkers tried to hide their amusement, but most didn’t bother. To them, this was simple: a weak stranger in cheap clothes being mocked by three powerful men.Patrick shifted uneasily beside Evans. His fingers tightened on the table. Evans could feel the man’s tension like a string pulled too tight.“Look at him,” Boris said, giving Evans a lazy once-over. “Healthy body, no power. What a waste.”Silas snorted. “He should be grateful we’re even talking to him.”The words stung, not because they insulted Evans’s strength, but because they treated him like he didn’t exist, like he was furniture between Patrick and danger.Evans spoke, his voice was calm but edged with steel. “You two think you’re something special just because you wield a common Oraco force and a Branth which is one rank higher? In my opinion, you two are
WHEN LEGENDS BLEED
Silas’s eyes were shaking, and he hated that Evans noticed. The gold in Evans’s gaze made the air feel thick, like the room was sinking underwater. Still, Silas forced his jaw into a sneer, because fear was not allowed to live on his face.“You think glowing eyes will scare me?” Silas said with a voice that was louder than it needed to be. “This is the underground. People act tough here every day.”Evans didn’t answer. He just stood there, calm, like he had already decided how this would end.Boris swallowed and tried to laugh. “He’s bluffing. That’s all. A street rat with a trick.”Maelik’s smile stayed, but it was thinner now. He leaned back slightly, like he wanted space between his body and that golden pressure.Mr Patrick’s hand tightened on the table. “Evans,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “We will soon get what we came for. And we will leave in peace.” He said as if he was reassuring and begging him all at once.Silas snapped his head at Patrick. “Shut up, old man. You don
THE WRONG MAN TO CROWN
Silas gagged and tried to pry the fingers off, but he couldn’t. His Branth runes flickered like a dying circuit, confused by the pressure crushing his aura.“You keep fighting because you think stopping means you lose,” Evans said. “But you already lost the moment you touched me.”He slammed Silas down.The floor cracked, and dust jumped up. Silas coughed, tried to rise, and Evans kicked his ribs with controlled force. Not enough to kill him, but enough to teach him what helplessness felt like.Silas wheezed, his eyes turned wet with rage. “You… you bastard…”Evans bent slightly. “Careful. You’ve been calling the wrong man that word all night.”Maelik’s chest was rising fast now. He had seen fights. He had seen rare powers. But this wasn’t a fight. This was someone deciding whether others deserved to keep breathing.Maelik forced his voice to stay steady. “Enough,” he said. “Stop this now.”Evans didn’t even look at him. “You’re still talking?”Maelik’s pride snapped, and fear pushed