Page 80 of Death God

“You’ve never been trained, Pip,” Bangs said nervously. “Are you sure your dragon knows how to fly?”

“We’ll be fine.” Freckles comforted his sister. “Pip dragon won’t let us fall, right, Pip?”

“There’s always a first time. Training starts now!” My dragon blew out a stream of fire and smoke, and my passengers all inched back. They grabbed my scales, holding on for their lives.

“Let me lead,” Marlowe said, his massive velvety wings snapping out of his back.

After we’d mated, his power had returned, and his wings had grown back. That was the least I could do for him since he’d cleaved his wings for my sake.

Damn, the Vampire God’s wings were gorgeous. When we’d fucked in the fantasy realm, he’d wrapped his wings around me protectively. At that time, I hadn’t gotten a good look at them.

Marlowe leapt out of the tower with lithe grace, his wings shining under the dim half moon. My dragon followed suit. Fairy, Snow White, and another winged vampire brought up the rear.

One more thing to do.

“This is about to get hot, sugar,” I told Marlowe.

“When isn’t it hot with you, Sunshine?” he asked.

I grinned at him, and he didn’t shy away from my fiery breath. I must remind my dragon to brush her teeth.

Flame gathered in my middle. No learning curve was needed, as I was a natural dragon. Mom and Dad would be proud. A moment of sadness washed over me at being an orphan.

I opened my jaw and roared, paying tribute to my parents. As I turned my head, I noticed that everyone clamped their hands against their ears.

A long stream of molten dragon fire poured out of my mouth just as the horseman of war charged to the top floor of the tower, his dark mages right on his heels.

The horseman raised his spear to counter my flame; it rushed past him, not vanquishing him. My dragon cursed.

However, my fire engulfed some of his minions, who weren’t in the range of the horseman’s shield. Their spells couldn’t resist my fire. A dozen or so mages and witches let out brief screams before my fire melted them.

Some very powerful mages tossed spells at my dragon, and my people returned the favor by firing machine guns at them. My light mage allies shielded me with their spells while flinging their offensive spells at the enemy mages.

The opposing spells clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

I poured another current of fire toward the tower, and it started to collapse. The enemy mages and witches ran around, shouting in panic and screaming.

My dragon grinned. “Niceee.”

“Let’s go, Sunshine,” Marlowe called, anxious to get back to his army.

Marlowe led us toward the portal, which was open now.

“Happyyyyhunting!” My dragon roared out the jumbled words.

“What?” someone asked.

“Please don’t ask,” Mouse shouted, holding on for dear life near my dragon neck. “Or she’s going to roar again.”

CHAPTER 22

The enemy army swarmed the castle’s grounds like an ocean of ants. War’s banner with the symbol of a dark red horse and a black spear flapped in the chilly wind.

The enemy soldiers crashed into our much smaller force like a tidal wave battering a tiny island. Lucian’s vampires, in the horseman’s dark red uniform, slashed at our smaller yet fierce force with their claws.

Marlowe bellowed in rage.

We picked up speed and flew over the battlefield. The enemy soldiers shot arrows at us. The vampires on my back fired their machine guns, bullets roaring toward the soldiers on the ground. The light mages chanted while casting spells to shield us, especially me. My underbelly was probably my most vulnerable spot, and though my dragon could spew fire, she didn’t know how to use magic in this form.

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