AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

"You're insane," Rokaci snarls at Rakkuz. "Your brother conspired with DEMONS to kill two beloved innkeepers. And not only demons, the worst of the worst, the foulest, the most evil. He's hardly a dragon altar boy."

I study Rakkuz in more detail. He's dark blue, but a beat-up blue, the color of an old house with peeling paint or a faded pair of blue jeans, but not as comfortable or lived-in. He definitely has seen better days. He's missing some scales, and his wings look droopy.

Rakkuz has his head up, glowering at Rokaci. "And you're a human butt-kisser."

"Better that than a wyvern terrorist," Rokaci shoots back. "Put down that box NOW. You have no idea what it could do. And you don't care. You can't see past your own hurt and anger and vengeance. There's an old wyvern saying. 'Resentment is like holding your fire breath till you combust and expecting the other person to burn up.'"

Chapter 167: Weird and Warlike Wyverns