2025-11-14 20:15:03THE DRAGON’S FIRST ROAR
The shards of marble under Aidan’s fists sparkled faintly in the dim light of the kitchen. Each crack seemed to hum with energy, as if the house itself was alive and trembling under his awakening. His chest heaved, golden flecks glinting in his eyes, and the strange heat that had consumed him moments ago refused to subside.
The stranger stood silently, watching, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Do you feel it?” he asked. “The power you’ve carried all your life, shackled by fear and humiliation. Now… it’s awake.”
Aidan’s jaw tightened. “It… it’s too much. I can’t control it!” His voice was hoarse, raw from shouting, from the surge of something ancient trying to claim his body. “What if I destroy everything? What if I—”
The stranger crouched closer. “Then you learn. You are stronger than you know. And tonight, you will see just how much the world underestimates you.”
Aidan blinked at him. “Tonight…? The Frost family’s gala is tonight. How… how could I—”
“You won’t attend as a servant,” the stranger interrupted, voice smooth, calm. “You will watch. And then… you will decide who holds power here. Tonight, the first step begins.”
---SECRET TRAINING
The stranger moved to the window and gestured outside. “Come. We cannot awaken what is inside you without control. But in this place, your power is restrained by your fear. Fear, Aidan Drake, has been your cage.”
Aidan hesitated. Something primal in his chest—the dragon heartbeat—throbbed like a warning. But the stranger’s presence was oddly reassuring, a balance to the chaos. Trembling, he rose to his feet, fists still glowing faintly golden.
The stranger led him through a narrow alley behind the Frost mansion. Moonlight painted the walls silver, but shadows clung to every corner. As they reached the edge of the city, the hum of urban life faded, replaced by silence that pressed in from every side.
“Here,” the stranger said, pointing to a clearing framed by twisted, ancient trees. “No one can interrupt you here. Nothing human will interfere. Your dragon will not be caged by ignorance or mockery.”
Aidan stepped forward, the air thickening around him. He could feel his heartbeat—his dragon heartbeat—echoing through the clearing. The ground beneath him seemed to vibrate slightly, responding to the stirrings within.
“Good,” the stranger said. “Now, feel it. Let your hands trace the energy. Don’t fight it. Let it flow through you. The first time you release even a fraction of your strength… you will know why they feared you.”
Aidan clenched his fists. The golden glow returned, stronger this time, coursing up his arms and into his shoulders. His legs shook, his chest heaved, and the world seemed to pulse with him. He dropped to his knees instinctively, nearly overwhelmed.
The stranger’s voice cut through the chaos: “Focus. Not on your anger. Not on your humiliation. On the power. On yourself. You are more than a pawn to the Frosts. You are a king trapped in a man’s body. Remember that.”
Aidan took a deep breath. The heat in his chest surged, but this time, he didn’t resist. Slowly, painfully, the trembling subsided. The golden glow stabilized, wrapping around him like a living aura.
For the first time, he lifted his gaze. The stranger nodded, approval in his amber eyes. “Excellent. Control comes not from force, but from understanding. The dragon inside you is not your enemy—it is your strength. And strength is born from pain and humiliation, Aidan.”
Aidan swallowed hard. Memories of every insult, every glance, every slight flashed before him—Miranda’s cruel words, Derek’s laughter, Liana’s silent guilt. The fire inside him roared, fueled by every moment of degradation.
The stranger’s smile widened. “Tonight, they will see. But not yet. Not until you can wield it without losing yourself.”
---THE FIRST TEST
The stranger stepped back and extended his palm. From it, a small stone hovered in the air, suspended by invisible force. “Your first trial,” he said. “Move it. Do not touch it. Let the energy obey your will.”
Aidan stared at the stone. His first instinct was fear—it might shatter, it might explode—but the dragon within him urged him forward. He extended his hands, fingers trembling, golden energy spilling outward.
The stone shivered. Then rose. Then spun slowly.
Aidan felt a rush of exhilaration. “I… I did it.”
The stranger’s eyes glinted. “Good. But do not celebrate yet. Focus. Control. Even a spark out of place can destroy everything.”
Aidan nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. “Yes… I understand.”
“Now,” the stranger said, “feel the full extent. Call upon the dragon’s pulse. Push beyond fear.”
Aidan took a deep breath. The heat in his chest intensified, scales shimmering along his arms, golden aura brightening. His vision blurred slightly as power surged. The stone spun faster, rising higher, trembling under the sheer force of his energy.
Then… he lost control.
A violent pulse shot outward, smashing a tree in the clearing. Branches splintered, leaves scattered, and a shockwave knocked him to his knees. His chest heaved, golden glow flickering erratically.
The stranger remained calm. “Yes. That is the raw force of a Dragon King. Unrefined, untempered—but alive. Alive enough to terrify those who mocked you.”
Aidan clenched his teeth. “I… I can’t control it fully yet…”
“Not yet,” the stranger said. “But you will. That is why I am here. That is why I chose tonight to awaken you.”
---A NIGHT OF HUMILIATION AND POWER
As the city lights glimmered below the hill, Aidan’s thoughts returned to the Frost family gala. The very people who had humiliated him all morning, all his life—they would be there. Derek, Miranda, even Liana, oblivious to the storm that had awakened inside him.
The stranger’s voice was calm but edged with warning. “Tonight, they will see a shadow of your power. But remember—no unnecessary displays. Do not alert the world until you are ready. Let their ignorance fuel your rise.”
Aidan’s fingers twitched, golden light flickering as he thought of them. The humiliation, the scorn, the mockery—it all merged with the dragon fire within, strengthening him.
The stranger’s gaze softened slightly. “Do not fear revenge, Aidan. Power is the only language the world understands. But tonight… you will taste it. A small demonstration. Enough to make them question your worth without them understanding why.”
Aidan nodded. The words grounded him. For the first time, he did not feel weak. Not useless. Not broken.
The wind swept through the clearing, brushing his hair across his forehead. The dragon pulse hummed, low and steady now, obeying his will.
And in that moment, a decision formed in his mind: he would not bow. Not ever again. Not to them, not to anyone.
---THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF REVENGE
Later that night, the Frost gala shimmered with wealth and power, chandeliers dripping with light, the city’s elite laughing and clinking glasses. Aidan approached the mansion in the shadows, guided by the stranger. No one knew he was there.
Inside, the Frost family was at their peak arrogance. Miranda waved at a circle of guests, Derek was boasting loudly, and Liana, pale and graceful, was trying to hide her unease.
Aidan stepped into the main hall’s shadows. Golden energy seeped from him in subtle pulses, invisible but felt. The chandeliers flickered slightly, unnoticed by the guests. But the Frosts felt it subconsciously—the hair on their arms rising, a chill in the air, an unknown tension pressing against the edges of their perfect world.
Aidan’s first real smile formed. Not from happiness… from anticipation. Tonight, they would see. Tonight, he would no longer be invisible.
A single thought echoed in his mind, the dragon’s whisper entwined with his own:
“Rise… my King. Let them tremble.”
And then… a faint golden glow pulsed from his chest, just enough to ripple through the hall, a signal. A signal that the game had truly begun.
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Chapter 8
SHADOWSThe garden outside the mansion was cloaked in darkness, but it was not empty.Aidan could feel them—like a whisper through the golden pulse beneath his ribs. The air carried the scent of intent, heavy and sharp, threaded with hunger. Shadows moved just beyond the tree line, silent, deliberate.“They’ve come,” the stranger murmured behind him, voice low and calm, though every muscle in his body tensed. “Not scouts this time. Hunters. And they know where to find you.”Aidan’s jaw tightened. The warning was clear. They had tested him tonight, now they would strike for real.He glanced at Liana, who had followed him to the terrace. Her eyes reflected the pale moonlight, wide and unafraid—yet she trembled ever so slightly.“I… I should go inside,” she whispered, voice quivering. “You shouldn’t… fight alone.”Aidan shook his head slowly, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Tonight, you stay. You don’t leave.”Her heart skipped. Not from fear. Not entirely. Somethi
Chapter 7
SHADOWS AND RECKONINGSThe hallway seemed impossibly still after the intruders vanished. The echo of footsteps faded into nothing, leaving only a tense silence that pressed against Aidan’s chest like a physical weight.He could still feel it—the ripple in the air, the disturbance in the golden pulse beneath his skin. His muscles stayed taut, every sense alert, every heartbeat measured. One wrong move now, and the consequences could reach far beyond this mansion.The stranger remained behind him, silent, almost spectral. His sharp eyes scanned every corner, every shadow, as though the room itself might conceal another threat.Aidan exhaled slowly, trying to let the tension leave his shoulders. He wanted to think, to plan, but Liana’s words lingered in his mind, a fragile echo:“…I don’t think I can look at you the same anymore.”It was not fear. Not anger. Not pity. Something entirely more dangerous—curiosity, fascination, the kind that drew people closer, even when they should have fl
Chapter 6
THE ENEMY AT THE GATEAidan didn’t move.Couldn’t.The echo of the boom outside the mansion gates still vibrated through the hallway walls, like the entire Frost estate had exhaled in fear.Liana stood frozen in front of him, one hand clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and dread.“Aidan… what’s… what’s happening outside?” she whispered.Her voice trembled. Not from fear of the sound— but from fear of what she felt inside herself.That warm pulse she sensed earlier. The one she kept instinctively connecting to him.And now, the moment danger arrived… She felt it again.Stronger.Aidan didn’t answer. He kept his head low, shoulders tense, as the stranger’s presence sharpened behind him.“Aidan,” the stranger murmured, “your enemies will not wait politely. They have come because they sensed the change in you. They want confirmation.”Aidan’s brows drew tightly together.“Confirmation of what?”“That the Dragon King lives.”Aidan inhaled sharply.He didn’t
Chapter 5
THE NIGHT THE MASKS CRACKEDThe golden pulse faded back into Aidan’s skin, quiet and obedient. He let it settle, lowering his head as he blended again into the flow of waitstaff moving between glittering guests.But something was different now.Not around him—within him.For the first time since awakening his hidden power, the fear he used to carry like a second skin… was gone.Replaced by something steady. Something sharp.Something that whispered:You are no longer prey.The stranger’s earlier words still echoed behind his ear.“Tomorrow… you will command fear.”Aidan inhaled slowly, centering himself.He had done what he came to do—create the first cracks.But tonight wasn’t over.And he could already sense it.A shift in the air… like the tightening of a thread, pulling him toward something inevitable.Something waiting.---UNEASY FACES, UNSTEADY HEARTSFrom across the ballroom, Aidan watched the Frost family regroup, attempting to compose themselves after the strange tension tha
Chapter 4
SHADOWS IN THE GALAAidan crouched in the alley across from the Frost mansion, the golden glow within him simmering like molten fire beneath his skin. From here, the gala looked like a glittering kingdom of arrogance and vanity. Crystal chandeliers sparkled, champagne flutes clinked, and the city’s elite laughed as if the world owed them their blissful ignorance.But he knew the truth now. He was not the weak, humiliated man who served at their whim. He was the Dragon King—hidden, restrained, and preparing to awaken. And tonight, the Frosts would see even a fraction of what that meant.The stranger who had trained him in the clearing remained by his side, cloaked in shadows. “Remember,” he said quietly, voice barely audible over the muffled music, “subtlety first. Let them feel it, not see it. Humiliation is most effective when it creeps in unnoticed. Tonight, they will taste fear… unknowingly.”Aidan’s chest heaved. The heartbeat within him pulsed golden, low and steady, a warning an
Chapter 3
THE DRAGON’S FIRST ROARThe shards of marble under Aidan’s fists sparkled faintly in the dim light of the kitchen. Each crack seemed to hum with energy, as if the house itself was alive and trembling under his awakening. His chest heaved, golden flecks glinting in his eyes, and the strange heat that had consumed him moments ago refused to subside.The stranger stood silently, watching, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Do you feel it?” he asked. “The power you’ve carried all your life, shackled by fear and humiliation. Now… it’s awake.”Aidan’s jaw tightened. “It… it’s too much. I can’t control it!” His voice was hoarse, raw from shouting, from the surge of something ancient trying to claim his body. “What if I destroy everything? What if I—”The stranger crouched closer. “Then you learn. You are stronger than you know. And tonight, you will see just how much the world underestimates you.”Aidan blinked at him. “Tonight…? The Frost family’s gala is tonight. How… how could I—”“You w
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