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 mage's eyes quivered, "In death, we're one, and with blood. We're bound!" He cried, hellish blue flames raging from his chest.


The rats got incinerated instantly as the mage's body turned into ash.


Thud! Thud! Thud! The fighter ran as fast as he could, "We're almost at the end. Is the spell ready?" He glared back.


"It should have been ready if we didn't lose Jaron. A minute is all we need," A mage growled, a faint magic circle emerging around his wrist. A tiny ball of magic danced between his fingers.


The fighter looked forward, seeing an iron bar door. "We reached the end. This should take us outside the city." He looked at the bag on his shoulder, "Hold tight, lady. This is going to be rough," He pulled his sword, smiling as veins bulged on his legs and arms.


CLAP! The fighter swung his sword like a flash, cutting through the iron rusted iron bars as if they were nothing.


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