Adrian Bloodson: Rise of the Dragon Knight Reborn

CHAPTER 8

“Come on in,” the middle aged man dressed in a sophisticated blue robe said to Adrian from a library.

Adrian stepped inside, took in the view and approached Master Draco.

Master Draco smiled while he shaked Adrian's hand, leading him to a seat.

“I am glad you could make it, Adrian. I've been looking for you,” Master Draco said, while a servant poured them a drink.

Adrian tasted the expensive wine and immediately recognized that it was one of the rare ones. Draco was living in affluence!

“Why were you looking for me?” Adrian asked Draco who chuckled.

“I didn't know you were so brazen. Many people would cower in my presence,” Draco replied to Adrian, but Adrian said nothing. He just drank his wine.

“I want to appreciate your kind gesture that night. I was in a bad shape after loosing my wife and you ensured I got home safely,” Master Draco ssid to him.

Adrian took a trip down memory lane. He remembered the occurrence, and how he didn't think much of it at the time. It was just an act of good.

“And now, I want to reward you. Tell me what you want. Anything. And it will be yours,” he told Adrian.

Adrian thought about it. His mind raced from wealth to land and houses. Finally having all of those things would be nice.

But Adrian wanted something else. Something more.

“I want an audience with the king,” Adrian stated clearly

Master Draco arched his brow.

“The king? What do you want with him?” He asked Adrian.

“I have information he needs. Information we all need, infact,” Adrian replied.

Master Draco studied Adrian closely. And carefully. He watched him like a hawk studying its prey

“You are a Nonmagical, aren't you?” He asked Adrian who just gazed at him, saying nothing.

“How come I cannot read your mind? Something is blocking me,” Master Draco said with intrigue.

He was an A-class telepath. There was almost nothing he couldn't do with his magik.

“But… there is someone else here. Your sister. She's a telepath too, is she not?”

“Yes she is,”

“I can train her to become stronger. With enough studying, she could be able to attain B-class some day. Take it as a token of my benevolence,” Draco said to Adrian.

“I didn't know such cultivation was possible,” Adrian answered. Master Draco smiled.

“That is why there are books here. Your audience with the king will be granted. But that would be after the Melody Ball tonight,”

Master Draco said and Adrian froze.

“The Melody Ball is tonight?” He frowned deeply. Master Draco was intrigued by the curiosity.

“Yes. What is your concern?”

“Dark mages will attack the palace tonight! They will kill the the Rhimae emissary the king is hosting a ball for!” Adrian blurted out and stood on his feet.

Master Draco was surprised.

“How do you know this?” He questioned. But Adrian rushed out of the library.

“The dark mages must be stopped!”

“Then we shall go to the palace together. If what you say is true, then the dark mages must be stopped!” Master Draco added and gently tugged Adrian's shoulder.

“Let's see if this foresight of yours will prove true,” he told him before the vines did their magic again!

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“What the fuck do you mean you ran away from Adrian?”

Ciara yelled at Percival while they stood inside the Prince's quarters. Because of the Melody Ball, Ciara was tasked with helping the Prince prepare his outfit.

A job she gladly accepted.

“Why didn't you tell me your fucking ex husband has magik? You made me lose many men!” Percival shot back.

Ciara chuckled. “What fucking crack are you on? Everyone knows Adrian is a useless nonmagical who can't do anything right with his life,” she shot back at him.

“Apparently, that's not fucking true! He has this twisted form of magik. I have never seen anything like it,” Percival replied to her, eyes wide.

Ciara gazed at him before she slowly chuckled.

“Oh Percival. It is okay for you to lose a fight but to come up with such bullshit about Adrian having magik, that is utter nonsense.”

“Nonmagicals don't just wake up and develop powers. It doesn't fucking happen!”

“So you think I'm lying!” Percival yelled at her and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I think you will say anything to save face! Because my father was beaten up by that animal and YOU failed to get revenge for him!”

“What is the essence of your toughness if you cannot handle a rat like Adrian? Huh!” She yelled again but suddenly, Percival melted into the shadows.

He reanimated from hers and held a knife to her throat.

Ciara gasped as he held her close, putting her in place.

“Listen to me you fucking bitch. Don't you dare speak to me in such manner. The only reason you are still alive right now is our history. And trust me, nothing stops me from erasing it…”

Percival's knife slowly trailed the curves in her body and settled on her stomach. Ciara gasped.

“Don't you ever challenge me again. If you do, I will kill your child as punishment. And trust me, Ciara, you cannot heal the wound I will make,” he said and slit her dress slightly.

“Unhand me this moment!” Ciara mustered the courage to say. Fear filled her to the core.

But Percival laughed at her, and grabbed her tighter. His tongue slowly licked her ears and she moaned.

“Yeah… I still remember how to turn you on, you fucking bitch!” He cursed at her.

“Leave me alone!” Ciara cried out and tried to force herself out of his grasp.

With a swing, she turned around. But Percival was gone. And standing there was Prince Henry, looking at her with a glare.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked her with curiosity as he arched his brow.