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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 249. The Return of Mark
“You’re a traitor, Sophia,” Mark’s voice echoed through the dense forest as he stepped into view, flanked by armed guards. “Siding with our enemies? Have you completely lost your mind?”Sophia froze, her heart sinking. “Mark… this isn’t what you think. I’m trying to stop the damage our family has caused. You don’t understand.”“I understand perfectly,” Mark snapped, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’ve turned your back on us. On me. For him.” He gestured sharply toward Elijah.Doug muttered under his breath, “Great. Another family reunion gone wrong.”Elijah, ever calm, stepped forward. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Leave her out of this.”Mark sneered. “You think I’d let her off that easily? She’s as guilty as you. She’s the reason we’re in this mess. And I’m here to fix it.”“By threatening your own sister?” Elijah’s voice was steady but carried a warning edge. “Some loyalty you have.”Mark’s face twisted in rage. “She stopped being my sister the moment she betrayed us
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 250. A Night of Vulnerability
“Are you okay?” Elijah’s voice was soft, cutting through the stillness of their small camp. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a pale glow over Sophia’s face.She hesitated, then shook her head. “Not really.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.Elijah sat down beside her, his gaze steady and filled with concern. “Talk to me.”Sophia took a deep breath, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Mark’s words… they hurt more than I thought they would. I knew he wouldn’t understand, but I never imagined he’d… hate me.”Elijah reached for her hand, his touch gentle but firm. “Mark doesn’t define you
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 251. I've Got You!
Elijah’s hands moved with gentle intent, sliding along her sides and resting at her waist. He paused for a moment, searching her eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both care and desire.Sophia’s answer came not in words but in the way she leaned into him, her hands finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it upward. He helped her pull it over his head, the fabric discarded carelessly onto the ground.Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. “You’re incredible,” she whispered, her cheeks heating at the admission.Elijah’s lips curved into a small smile. “You’re one to talk,” he teased, his hand
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 252. Devotion in Every Touch
Elijah’s lips trailed down Sophia’s chest, his kisses soft and lingering as he worked his way lower. Her breaths quickened, her hands resting on his shoulders as her body anticipated his next move. He paused at her waist, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice deep with admiration.Sophia flushed under his intense gaze, biting her lip as he knelt before her. His hands caressed her thighs, his touch firm yet gentle as his thumbs traced small, soothing circles over her skin. “Relax,” he said softly, his voice a warm reassurance.His lips found the inside of her thigh, pressi
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 253. A Taste of Devotion
Sophia’s breathing gradually steadied as she leaned into Elijah’s embrace, her lips brushing against his chest. She could feel the strong, rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingers, a reflection of the moment they’d shared. Her gaze lifted, locking with his, and she smiled softly, her cheeks still flushed. “Elijah,” she murmured, her voice carrying a new note of confidence. Her hands slid down his sides, fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. “Let me take care of you.” His brow quirked slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “You don’t have to…” he started, his voice gentle yet laced with anticipation. She silenced him with a kiss, her lips pressing firmly against his, full of intent. “I want to,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice steady and sure. Guiding him toward the edge of the bed, she urged him to sit, her hands never leaving his body. Elijah obliged, his muscles tense with restrained desire as he watched her lower herself to her knees before him. He
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 254. Bound in Passion
Elijah pulled Sophia close, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. Their connection was electric, every touch and movement filled with unspoken love and longing. As their bodies pressed together, Sophia straddled his lap, her thighs bracketing his as she gazed into his eyes, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.“Elijah,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both vulnerability and anticipation.He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice steady and filled with a quiet intensity. “Take your time.”Sophia leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a kiss that deepened with every passing second
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 255. Bound by Love
“Sophia, are you ever going to let me out of bed?” Elijah’s voice was warm, carrying a note of playful exasperation as he lay sprawled across the sheets. His dark hair was mussed, his chest bare and still faintly glistening from their earlier intimacy.Sophia turned from the window, where the early morning sunlight bathed her in a soft glow. A teasing smile played on her lips. “Maybe not. I think I like having you right where I can see you,” she quipped, crossing the room with light steps. Her cheeks were rosy, a mixture of contentment and lingering shyness.He caught her wrist as she came close, tugging her gently onto the bed. She landed with a small gasp, laughing as she found herself straddling him. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never leave this tent,” he warned, thoug
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 256. The Council’s Wrath
“Elijah Norton,” the head of the council, a silver-haired man with cold eyes, spoke sharply, his voice echoing through the grand hall. “You have overstepped your boundaries far too many times. Your unchecked actions threaten the balance of power in Evendore.”Elijah stood tall in the center of the council chamber. His black uniform was immaculate, and his commanding presence filled the room. Around him sat the elite families of Evendore, their faces a mix of disdain, caution, and interest. Beside him stood Sophia, her chin high and her eyes blazing with quiet determination.“The balance of power?” Elijah’s tone was calm but carried a cutting edge. “What you mean is the balance of corruption, greed, and injustice that has plagued this land for decades. I don’t answer to corruption.
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357. No More Goodbyes
“Elijah…” A soft voice broke the quiet evening. Elijah stood at the edge of the city, watching the last light of the sun fade into the horizon. The sky burned with hues of orange and deep crimson, a reflection of the journey that had brought him here. The wind carried a familiar scent, one that stirred memories he had buried deep. Years had passed since the war ended. Evendore had changed under his leadership, rising from the ashes of corruption into something new. The people called him a legend—the Black Dragon who had defied fate and rewritten history. Statues had been built, songs had been sung, and yet none of it truly mattered to him. Because for all his victories, a part of him had remained empty. He turned at the sound of his name, his breath catching in his chest. Sophia stood a few feet away, bathed in the golden light of dusk. She had changed, yet she was still the same—strong, beautiful, and filled with a fire that had never faded. Her eyes held a depth that spoke
356. A New Dawn
“The world is finally changing, Sir.” Doug stood beside Elijah, overlooking the city from the tallest watchtower. Below them, the streets of Evendore bustled with life. Merchants called out their wares, children played freely, and workers repaired buildings that once stood in ruins. The scars of war remained, but hope had taken root. Elijah’s gaze swept across the city. “It’s changing, but not fast enough.” Doug crossed his arms. “Progress takes time.” Elijah exhaled, his shoulders tense. “Time isn’t always on our side.” The past few months had been filled with rebuilding, restructuring, and keeping order. He had expected resistance, and he was right. Not everyone welcomed the new Evendore. Former enemies lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A soldier approached, saluting. “Marshal, we have visitors at the southern gate. They claim to be old allies.” Elijah exchanged a look with Doug. Doug’s expression darkened. “Old allies? Or old enemies?”
355. A Leader’s Burden
“Elijah Norton, the world is waiting for your next move.” Elijah glanced up from the map spread across the table. Across from him sat an elder statesman, his expression calm but expectant. Others in the council chamber watched Elijah closely, their gazes filled with a mix of respect and uncertainty. Doug stood at Elijah’s side, his posture rigid. He could feel the tension in the room. The war was over, but leadership brought its own kind of battle. Elijah leaned back in his chair. “The world doesn’t need me to rule it,” he said. The elder gave a knowing smile. “Perhaps not. But it does need someone to guide it.” Elijah tapped a finger on the table. “Evendore must rebuild first. There are still families in mourning, cities in ruin. People need stability, not another ruler.” A younger council member frowned. “But without you at the forefront, chaos could return. Power-hungry men will see this as an opportunity.” Doug finally spoke, his voice firm. “The Marshal is not a kin
354. The Final Goodbye
“I have to leave.” Sophia’s voice was quiet but firm. The air in the room seemed to shift, as if even the walls understood the weight of her words. Elijah stood by the window, his back partially turned. He had expected this. The moment she woke up different, he knew. Still, hearing her say it felt like a blow he wasn’t ready for. Doug stood near the door, tense but silent. He watched his Marshal closely, waiting for his response. Elijah inhaled deeply before turning to face her. “Where will you go?” Sophia hesitated, as if the answer wasn’t clear even to her. “I don’t know yet. But I need to figure out who I am now.” Her fingers gripped the fabric of her sleeve. “Everything feels… wrong. Familiar, but different. I can’t stay like this.” Elijah studied her carefully. The woman before him was still Sophia, yet there was a distance between them, an invisible wall that had not been there before. Doug finally spoke, his tone careful. “Miss Sophia, the city is still in recover
353. A World Without Chains
“She’s waking up.” Elijah turned at Doug’s words. His hands, stained with ink from writing orders, clenched slightly. He had spent days dismantling the last of the corrupt families, ensuring Evendore would never fall into the same darkness again. But none of it had mattered more than this. He pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Sophia lay on the bed, her skin no longer deathly pale, but there was something… different. Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now held an eerie stillness. She blinked slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Elijah.” Relief surged through him, but it was laced with caution. He sat beside her, studying her carefully. “You’re awake.” She exhaled, as if testing the very act of breathing. “I feel… strange.” Doug remained near the door, standing guard as always. “Marshal, should I call the healer?” Elijah shook his head. “Not yet.” He looked back at Sophia. “What do you remember?” She frowned slightly, as though pulling me
352. The Price of Victory
"It's over." Doug's voice carried across the battlefield, but no one responded. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackling flames and the distant groans of the wounded. Elijah stood still, staring at the Warden’s lifeless body. His hand was clenched at his side, his knuckles white. Victory had come, but at what cost? Doug stepped closer, his face grim. “Marshal, we should regroup.” Elijah exhaled slowly. “What’s the status?” Doug wiped the sweat and dirt from his forehead. “We won, but barely. Our forces are in bad shape. Too many losses.” He hesitated before adding, “Lando… he’s gone.” Elijah’s gaze snapped to him. “Gone?” Doug nodded. “Vanished after the fight. No one knows where he went.” Elijah’s jaw tightened. Lando had always been a threat lurking in the shadows. If he was still alive, this war wasn’t truly over. “We’ll find him,” Elijah said, though exhaustion pulled at his voice. Doug gave a firm nod. “Understood, Sir.” A sudden gasp made them tu
351. Breaking the Cycle
"You were never free, Elijah." The Warden’s voice echoed through the ruined battlefield. Dust and ash hung in the air, swirling around his towering figure. Sophia stood beside him, her expression unreadable. Elijah’s grip tightened on his sword. “Enough of your lies.” The Warden chuckled. “Lies? No, Marshal. Only the truth. You and Sophia—your entire existence has been leading to this moment.” He gestured around them. “Did you really think your survival was coincidence? That your strength was simply fate?” Elijah’s jaw clenched. He had spent years fighting, carving his own path through blood and loss. The thought that someone else had been pulling the strings made his stomach turn. Doug stepped closer, his breathing ragged. “Sir… don’t listen to him.” But Elijah had to know. “Explain.” The Warden smiled. “Very well.” He turned his gaze to Sophia. “You, my dear, are the key. The final piece of a long-buried project. Your blood, your abilities—none of it was natural.” So
350. A Battle of Ideals
“The choice was always yours, Elijah,” the Warden said, standing tall amidst the chaos. “And you chose wrong.” Elijah gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around his sword hilt. The battlefield around them was in shambles. Soldiers clashed, blades rang, and shouts of agony filled the night. Smoke curled into the sky, and the ground was slick with blood. Doug and the others fought desperately, their forces barely holding on against the Warden’s elite warriors. The battle had tipped dangerously out of their favor, and Elijah knew it. He could hear Doug’s grunts of effort, the sharp clash of steel, but he kept his focus on the man before him. “You think I’d ever stand beside you?” Elijah growled, his eyes burning with fury. “You’ve destroyed lives, torn families apart. And for what? Power?” The Warden chuckled. “Power is what shapes this world, Marshal. Not honor. Not justice. You cling to those things like a drowning man clutching a broken raft.” He spread his arms. “But lo
349. The Last Betrayal
“Sir, we’ve got a problem,” Doug said, his voice tense as he approached Elijah. “Something’s wrong.”Elijah’s gaze shifted from the map spread out on the table to Doug, his expression already darkening. “What is it, Doug?”“There’s been a breach. A leak,” Doug said, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Someone’s been feeding information to the Warden. They knew our plans, our movements.”Elijah’s heart sank. He had always trusted the men and women under his command, but now, doubt crept in like a shadow. “Who?” he asked, his voice tight with anger.“I don’t know yet,” Doug replied, his voice steady. “But we’re working on it. We’ll find out who’s behind this.”Elijah clenched his fists. “They betrayed us. They’ve been working for him all along.”Doug nodded grimly. “Yes, Sir. The Warden knew exactly when to strike. It’s too perfect.”The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the camp, and Elijah’s attention shifted. Sophia appeared, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry. “Elijah,
