Alen_Tanor

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.
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The dragon's harem

A gust of power flashed from the god's hand, trailing from one angel to another, sparking like lightning between the generations till it reached the last one of them. It jumped from them to the blood left in mortals and soon reached Serin's veins, her sorceress blood boiled with holy magic.


Arad saw Serin's eyes flashing golden, and the yellow flame expanded to her tiny right palm.


It wasn't a threat. He didn't feel any bloodlust or malice. It was but a child singing her palm, but with the power of a god behind it, a holy smite was coming down.


Being a sorcerer isn't fun, and no one questions why most of them are orphans. Burning their houses down as toddlers, or electrocuting their parents in a hug. Those accidents were common and the starting point of the life of many sorcerers who tried to seek control over their powers.


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