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 burial opened into a large chamber lit by torches and glowing blood bowels.

The middle platform rested in the middle, holding a massive obsidian altar. That is only accessed by four staircases, one on each side. And blow those stairs, what seemed like a limitless void spanned into the nothingness.

Looking around, tens of cells dotted around the outer perimeter, containing both the dead and the living.

Inside the burial chamber, the cultists gathered around the sacrificial altar with the woman chain on it. Most of them chanted, their voices shaking the place.

CLICK! CLACK! CLICK! CLACK! Eris walked out of the main door, slowly descending the stairs.

The cultists stopped chanting and stared back, seeing her glowing with blood magic.

"Who are you?" One cultist stood before Eris, lifting his hand to block her.

CRACK! Without moving much, She extended her hand, grabbing him by the neck, her claws digging into his flesh.

Clash Of Killers