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RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 49
Victoria sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of the bedsheet. Her mind was clouded, her emotions tangled in a storm of frustration, sadness, and anger. Her mother’s words still echoed in her head, asking her to remarry Saint now that they knew of his power. The very thought made her chest tighten. How dare they? After forcing her to leave him, after ruining her happiness, they now expected her to go back to him as if nothing had happened? A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "You have to get on with what you have to say quickly, father." Victoria said, her eyes still glued to the wine. He ignored his daughter's words and placed the bottle and glasses down before pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. "You’ve been through a lot," he said as he uncorked the bottle. "More than you should have." Victoria crossed her arms and looked away. "Is that supposed to be an apology?" Her father sighed, pouring the wine i
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 50
The world of martial arts had always been ruled by discipline, resilience, and unwavering strength. Grandmasters, warriors, and elite fighters had spent their entire lives perfecting their craft, believing themselves to be at the pinnacle of combat. Yet, in the span of mere months, whispers spread like wildfire—rumors of a fighter unlike any other, a student who was defeating masters with ease, a warrior whose skill defied all logic. "Have you heard?""There’s a student rising through the ranks, undefeated!""He’s too powerful. Too fast. Too perfect."Saint had trained relentlessly, moving from one prestigious academy to another, challenging and surpassing the finest fighters the world had to offer. He fought through disciples, warriors, and masters, leaving behind nothing but stunned silence and awe. Each time he entered the ring, his opponents underestimated him. Each time, they were defeated before they could even understand what had happened. His punches shattered stone as if
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 51
"You cannot go back there now, Saint, please, they would kill you!" Gerald begged. He was bent on making sure that Saint did not move from where he was but Saint was equally as stubborn and wanted to get on with things. "You don't understand, Gerald, I have to end this once and for all." Saint Intoned and clutching his chest tightly. He had not noticed until now that he had been injured during battle. "Those people think that they are sleek, hunh but I'm so going to show them the stuff that I'm made off.""Right now, whatever you're made of is waning because you have not only been injured, you've been poisoned. Whatever they stabbed you with has delayed the poison from surfacing until now...." Gerald replied but Saint still kept breathing heavily, thinking of how he was going to take them all out in just one blow. But he knew as much as Gerald that it wouldn't be possible. "You just have to calm down and heal yourself." He said, his eyes shifting to the wound Saint placed his han
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 52
Saint sat in his chamber, his breathing slow and controlled. His body had endured the torment of poison, a cruel enemy that had drained him of his strength and left him vulnerable. But time had passed, and now, his body was healing. He could feel his muscles regaining their power, the sharpness returning to his reflexes. Steward had been right. "You will recover," Steward had assured him, standing by his bedside when he had been at his weakest. "Your body is strong, stronger than you even realize. It won’t betray you." Saint had doubted it then. The poison had felt like fire in his veins, his limbs sluggish, his vision blurred. He had struggled to move, let alone fight. But now, as he flexed his fingers and stretched his arms, he knew Steward had spoken the truth. He was not only recovering—he was growing stronger. Still, something about the experience unsettled him. The poison had nearly taken him down, and for the first time in a long time, he had felt powerless. He hated
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 53
There were shouts and ululations flying across as the man's back met the floor with a loud thud. "How dare you. I can see that you do not have any respect or the ability to recognise a trye leader when you see one!" Saint spat out in anger, hovering over the man who was struggling endlessly to get up from the floor. When Saint saw that the man was about the get up from the floor, he placed his leg on top of his chest, to prevent him from rising further. "Stay down, I am not done with you yet!" Saint barked at the man. The look on the man's face did not in any way mirror the agony that was coursing through him. Saint raised his eyes brows. "Oh I see now. I see that you enjoy torture!" Saint let out slowly, thinking of how to tackle him next when the man's next words blocked Saint's thoughts. "Never in my entire life have I been thrown to the floor so unexpectedly by anyone before. You truly emit so much power." The man said. Saint didn't understand what the man was saying, but h
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 54
Sayid had never been on time to any event before, so it was unlikely that he would get to the imperial building at the time he had been invited to come. But he wanted to make sure that he got to the imperial building in time and by all means. The grand hall of Saint’s estate was lit by the warm glow of lanterns, casting long shadows against the ornate wooden walls. The scent of roasted meat and exotic spices filled the air, promising a meal fit for warriors. At the head of the large dining table, Saint sat, waiting. His expression was calm, but his golden eyes held a sharpness that never faded. Sayid, the most powerful student in the martial world, had become his loyal subordinate—a surprising turn of events that no one had seen coming. Sayid was notorious for his arrogance, his stubbornness, and, above all, his inability to arrive on time for anything. But tonight was different. Saint had invited him to dinner, and Sayid was determined to make an impression that he was punctual
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 55
Just as Sayid had assured Gerald that he was going to prove his loyalty towards Saint overtime—not up to a week since Sayid had pledged his allegiance and he had recruited more of his men to join Saint until he was left with just a handful of his men. "Are you sure you're not going to need them to battle alongside you someday.....these are your most skilled fighters." Saint had said to Sayid when he had arrived with another batch of one his most skilled fighters. "The only battle I'd be fighting, will be alongside you, master!" Sayid had assured him .Saint had replied with a smile on his face and when he told Gerald of his gesture, Gerald was beyond baffled and had no words to describe the act that Sayid had done. "He is practically unarming himself!" Gerald remarked, "He's handing all of his men over to you, Saint.""I know right....and to say that you never trusted him." Saint said to Gerald. "I never thought that he would go that far. But it doesn't mean that I would let down
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 56
The tension in the air was thick with a quiet electricity that neither Saint nor Victoria could ignore.Victoria’s arms were wrapped around Saint, her grip tight as if afraid that if she let go, he would vanish. She hadn’t planned to hold him—not like this—but the moment she stepped into his presence, her emotions had overwhelmed her.Saint who usually composed and unreadable, had been momentarily lost in the warmth of her embrace. His mind had gone blank, caught in the delicate balance between nostalgia and the sharp pain of betrayal.Then, a deep, authoritative voice shattered the moment.“Saint, who is this?”Saint stiffened. The trance he had been in instantly broke as he turned toward the voice. His uncle, Lord Magnus, stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on Victoria with curiosity and suspicion. Dressed in his usual dark robes, Magnus carried himself with the silent dominance of a seasoned warrior, his aura commanding respect even without effort.Victoria quickly stepped b
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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
