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RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 31
The entire house was as silent as a graveyard by the time Victoria made it back. Not a single sound could be heard—the usual sound of the TV blaring was absent; As Jack never missed his nightly shows, not even for the world. But tonight was different from the rest. The house was equally as dark and Victoria had a hard time finding the switches so she could turn the lights on. "Jack?" Victoria called out, wiping the perspiration from her face, "Where the hell are you, Jack?" She called out again, but the only response she got was her voice echoing off the walls and bouncing back to her. It felt like the house was empty, there was not a sign of a soul in the house—all the house workers, including the security guard that was meant to be stationed at the gate had suddenly disappeared. Victoria marched up the stairs to be sure of what was happening. Had those men all taken everyone in the house out? It was possible that they would have, if they wanted to keep anyone back from coming af
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 32
Saint's breathing came out in a ragged state as he looked over the remains of what used to be the kin clan. He had destroyed everything in sight, and not even a single soul was spared. He managed to manoeuvre his way past the dead bodies scattered everywhere across the floors. He looked down onto his own body and noticed the blood stains all over his clothes—not a single drop of blood had spilled from him but rather the blood stains were from all the people he had slaughtered. Knowing that he needed to wash the blood stains off of him before he retired back to his clan so he wouldn't give his uncle another heart attack, he made his way back Into the building, hoping to find any place that he could wash the blood from him. The cloak of darkness still surrounding the whole place prevented him from finding his way to any bathroom outlet and there wasn't any room in sight, just a vast space filled with bodies of the people he had killed. He let out a loud sigh knowing that he would
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 33
The constant beeping of the monitor filled the silence in the ward. Jack Sparrow looked pale while his eyes were closed in coma. Fortunately, he had survived the attack inflicted on him by one of the men involved in Victoria's kidnap. His house helps had fled the house, leaving Jack to die from the injury inflicted on him. His head was wrapped with fresh bandages but by there was still a sight of blood on the side of the bandage. Victoria was nowhere to be found in the ward and the only people surrounding him were the nurse attending to him and checking his heart rate and to see if he was still breathing right. The patron of his family and Doctor Vincent were hovering above the bed where Jack laid. "Are you sure that he is going to be fine, doctor?" The patron asked with great fear, placing both hands across his chest. Doctor Vincent let out a loud sigh before he went on to say; "I can't assure you about that, sir but let's just hope that he responds to the medications being ad
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 34
The patron didn't know if he should give into his desire to laugh or reprimand the doctor for trying to evoke a jocular atmosphere in a situation like this. But the tone and the look on the doctor's face kept him back from doing either. "What do you mean by getting Saint to come heal Jack?!" The patron frowned at him, hoping he would cease if indeed he was trying to stir up a joke. "I saw Jack at Saint's wedding when I went to present my gifts to them. Jack must definitely know who Saint is." Doctor Vincent replied. The patron was even more confused, "who is this Saint you keep speaking of?" The patron asked. "You do not know who he is?" Doctor Vincent sounded surprised, "he is the only one who can save Jack at this point. And I have to be honest with you on that." He confessed. The patron then shifted to the edge of his seat. "I have no idea who he is, please tell me more about him." The patron urged. "Well, few weeks back, Saint came Into this hospital to heal not just one bu
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 35
The patron had to contain his anger and stormed out of the Zlate villa. All his efforts to get lady Erica to show him to where Saint was turned futile. But he didn't want to give up yet, for the sake of Jake's life—he couldn't give up. "I'm going to find Saint and make sure I bring him to you, Jake, no matter what it cost!" The patron vowed to himself and started his car. He wanted to go back to the hospital to meet doctor Vincent but then he remembered that he had said there was no way he could contact Saint and that only angered the patron the more. "How come I'm just hearing of Saint for the first time?" He asked himself as he started the engine of the car. His car was already in motion, driving far away from the Zlate villa but he was unsure of where he was heading to. He needed to find Saint before the day was over, but he didn't even know what he looked like, or where he was. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he partly concentrated on his driving, thinking of where next to
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 36
The night air was crisp and cool as Saint walked along the quiet streets, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The city lights flickered in the distance, but he wasn’t paying attention to them. His mind was elsewhere, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days. Victoria. Paige. The ambush. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. The thoughts of him destroying the kin clan and what his uncle had warned him concerning it kept flowing back into his head. Before he could entertain the thought any further, his senses suddenly sharpened. Something was off. He halted mid-step, his ears picking up the slightest shuffle of movement behind him. Too late. A thick cloth was shoved over his face. The strong scent of chemicals invaded his nostrils as he struggled against the men holding him down. He lashed out, elbowing one in the ribs, but there were too many of them. Their grips were ironclad, dragging him backward into a van before he c
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 37
By the time Saint awoke from his deep slumber, the whole room was lit up by sunlight which meant, it was already the next morning. Saint could properly see the room that he was in. It had seemed as though he had been kept in a basement the night he had been brought here, but seeing it clearly for the first time, he realised that he was being kept in a proper room that either belonged to sir Rawlings or someone else. The room was in a hot mess but surprisingly, there was laundry neatly folded and kept on the bed. Saint struggled to get up to his feet but realised that he could not move his limbs. Much to his amazement, neither his legs nor hands were bound, yet he could not even raise a finger—only turning his head from side to side in agony. Laying helplessly on the floor sent frustration gushing through Saint. He clenched his jaw and struggled still to get up from the floor but all his efforts were futile. He could not grasp the reason he felt so weak and why his bones ached al
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 38
"I think I've found it!" Victoria exclaimed, holding up a miniature bottle that contained a green fluid. "It has got to be the antidote!" Victoria reckoned, holding out the bottle in front of her and staring at it intently. "Are...you sure that it is?" Saint asked with a glint of hope in his eyes Victoria didn't respond to him immediately. The look of elation on her face suddenly disappeared. "What if it's not?" She blurted out. "Give the bottle to me, Victoria." Saint demanded. "Hold on, I've got make sure that it's the antidote. What if this is just another poison?" She asked, unsure of what to think. "Just hand it to me, there's no time to think about what's not!" He said urgently. Victoria's hands had begun to tremble as she held onto the bottle, refusing to give it up. "Listen to me and give me that bottle....at least let me have a close look at it." Saint said to her in hopes that she would hand the bottle to him but she did not. "Victoria... please, time is running ou
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Chapter 96
Lord Magnus barged into Saint's room, his eyes sweeping across the room, hoping to find the scroll. His age kept him back from overturning things in the chamber and Instead, he ransacked the areas that he could. He searched the drawers, underneath the bed and even in the restroom, but he couldn't find it. "Where could it be?!" He muttered against his breath. Sweat had covered his forehead, already dripping down his face, but he made no attempt to wipe them off and Instead kept searching. After what seemed like hours of searching for the scroll, he finally looked up to see the scroll atop a table just across from him. He slapped his hands across his face in frustration. "How had I not seen that when I first walked in?" He said to himself and trotted quickly toward the table to grab the scroll. The moment he laid his hands on the scroll, he felt a strong sensation, like electricity zapping through his veins. "Don't worry, I'm not going to open you, I have no rights to." He said to
Chapter 95
Saint had managed to sleep the previous night but without drowning into his thoughts. He had been woken up rudely by loud knocks on his door. He didn't want to attend to the door and just wanted to pretend he didn't hear so he could resume his sleep but the knocking persisted. He grudgingly turned in his sleep and arose from the bed, rubbing his eyes to block out the sunlight. "Saint....Saint, are you awake yet. Please open up, Drake is nowhere to be found!" The voice cried out desperately. The sleep immediately vanished from Saint's eyes the moment he heard those words. "Saint, please open up the door, we have to do something about this!"Saint rushed to his feet and ran quick to do the door, wasting no time in opening the door. "Gerald, what did you just say?!" Saint let out, running his eyes all over him. Gerald who seemed to be in a dishevelled state swallowed the bile in his throat as he thought of the right words he could use to describe the situation at hand. "I woke up
Chapter 94
All through out the night, he was being tormented with what he had learnt. He wanted to march straight to wherever Vic was and put things to an end. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was; he did not know exactly where Vic was And he might have some trouble locating her hideout, Because if she could keep herself young and look exactly like Victoria with the help of medicine and Magic she could definitely use the same magic to conceal her location. Saint suddenly sprang up from the bed, tossing his duvet to the side as he began to pace across the floors, with his hands folded behind his back. "Damn it!" Saint cursed loudly into the cold night, the air around him taut, making it hard for him to breathe properly, "why did I ever hold back. Why did I think that my Victoria was capable of doing a thing like this. I should have killed Vic when I had the chance"If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen the truth beneath the surface. But how could he? She had looked ex
Chapter 93
"I've come to talk to you about the woman named Vic." Saint blurted out, pretending that he and his uncle were in good terms. "But first things first, Uncle I want to apologize about the way I treated you and Gerald....""It's okay. I understand it completely well. You acted out of your own judgments that you thought was right, so it's okay. " Lord Magnus uttered with understanding. Saint Clenched his lips and nodded his head slightly in remorse. "So what did you want to talk about?" Lord Magnus asked, quickly shifting away from that topic. About the woman named The Vic do you know any woman whose name Is weakLord Magnus raised his eyes, as though he was trying to recall where he has heard that name before. He shook his head slowly, "it doesn't ring a bell. I don't know who you are talking about.""Are you sure you don't know who Vic is?" Saint asked again but suddenly remembered that he had not told him of the recent happenings, he probably wasn't even aware that Vic was the wo
Chapter 92
Saint sat alone in his chamber, his head buried in his hands. The battle that Drake had had with Victoria or rather, the woman he had believed to be Victoria replayed in his mind over and over again. He could still hear her venomous laughter, see the blood trickling from Drake’s wounds, and worst of all, he could still feel the pain of betrayal cutting through him like a blade.The others had tried to warn him. Gerald. Drake. Even Steward. They had all sensed something off, something unnatural about the woman he had so fiercely defended. But Saint had refused to listen. He had let his love blind him to the truth, and because of that, he had nearly cost his clan everything.A sharp knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head slowly, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.“Enter,” he said, his voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Gerald stepped in, followed closely by Drake, who was still bandaged from their fight. Drake looked better, but there was s
Chapter 91
It took both men the whole day to get to the dragon clan and not a single word had been exchanged between both men. Saint's guilt was eating him whole, while Drake was lost in his own thoughts. At intervals, Saint would wipe out an invisible sweat from his face and blow out some air or chew ok his fingers. He had apologized in his head to Gerald and his uncle time and time again over what he had said to them and how he had treated them. "Gosh, will they ever forgive me?!" Saint said to himself, his gaze falling onto the floor. "Who?" Drake asked him. "Hunh?" Saint asked, lifting his gaze slowly to meet his brother's. He didn't think that Drake had heard him talking to himself. "Who is never going to forgive you?" Drake clarified. "Oh, uhm..." Saint let out a loud sight before he would confess, "I had been too hard on them especially Gerald. I had been quick to declare punishment without even getting to listen to them. My own family—the people I call my own. I had casted them as
Chapter 90
Chapter 90"Come on now, let me help you to your feet." Saint spat out more blood into a corner and reached out a hand to help Drake. "Thanks!" Drake clasped his hand coated with blood into Saint's. "You look like you've lost a lot of blood, I'm so sorry that I could not help you out." Saint apologized genuinely. "It's fine, I completely understand you." Drake said, nodding his head slowly. "I never knew that she was strong, Saint, she doesn't even look it at all." Drake said as he stood to his feet but Saint didn't want to let go of him yet for fear that he might fall. "Yeah, I didn't know too. Thank you for delivering that final cut to her, I wished that I had been the one to do it myself." Saint said again, he couldn't bear the way his conscience was pricking at him for not wanting to fight Victoria even though he has sworn to himself that he would not show mercy on the one who had taken the lives of his people. Saint Watched as Drake took off his shirt to wipe the blood stai
Chapter 89
"Where the hell are you, you dirty bitch. Stop being a coward and come out and fight me!!" Drake yelled, his eyes darting across the room, looking for any signs of her. He had managed to wrestle one of Victoria's daggers from her. He got himself badly injured in the process but he was able to get her to release one of the daggers. Victoria, seeing this, immediately went into hiding. "Come out here, you pig!" Stage screamed again. Victoria's laughter filled the room, causing Drake's stomach to tighten. He tried to follow the sound of the laughter but it seemed to be coming from all around the room. "Come out here, so I can slit your throat in half and feed your head to the vultures." Stage threatened but instead, Victoria's laughter doubled. "I'd love for you to do that, Drake." Victoria said and finally appeared from the shadows, holding her last dagger in hand. "Let's make this quick, shall we?" She intoned and made bone cracking noises with her neck. She had no interest in pr
Chapter 88
His knees grew so weak under him that they could barely hold up his weight. He struggled to stand and even when his knees started to wobbel, he held onto the wall for support but knew that he would not be able to stay for that long. Victoria was not done talking, she was still yapping away with a rush of excitement at how she managed to fool everyone and make them think that they were still being tormented by another enemy when all along, it had been her who was responsible. Before Drake could sense what was happening, Saint had already collapsed to his knees. "Why?" He kept on crying as his head fell onto the floor, "why did it have to be you, Victoria? Why not someone else?" He cried out. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I'm not a worthy opponent, don't you, Saint? Well why don't you get up and let me show you what exactly I'm capable of doing!" She said angrily as she rushed towards him and pulled him by the collar and was about to drag him up to his feet
