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

The queen woke up in her room, feeling a sharp pain coursing across her body. "Damn it, withdrawal again?" She growled, reaching into the water bottle at the bedside table.


Dalla stood from the couch and approached the bed, handing the queen the bottle, "In pain?"


"As usual, rage withdrawal," She gulped as if she didn't drink in years, "What happened? I didn't kill anyone, did I?"


Dalla smiled, "Not this time. Arad knocked you out,"


The queen sighed in relief, "Thank goddess, I didn't go all out, it seems."


"No, you did," Dalla said with a passive face, staring at the queen in the eyes. "You even summoned Farryn to aid you in battle."


The queen started sweating, "Where is Arad, is he hurt? That was divine magic,"


"He's unscathed. In fact, he wiped the ground with you." She looked away, "He even pulled a patron without a pact."


"He's a warlock? He shouldn't operate without a pact unless his patron is weak." The queen stared at Dalla, "You must be wrong,"


To the Deianira Mansion