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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 48. The Hidden Treatment
Elijah’s eyes stayed locked on Sophia’s fragile form as she lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Machines beeped around her, measuring her heart rate and oxygen levels, but nothing could soothe the fear gnawing at his insides. He had to do something.This wasn’t just about waiting for her to heal—he knew the traditional treatment wouldn’t be enough. He needed to take her back to the palace, where he could personally care for her. He was a seven-star marshal, but few knew about his deep medical knowledge, honed from years of battlefield experience.Elijah stood up, determination setting in his jaw. He walked out of the room, heading straight for the doctor’s office. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes, looked up as Elijah entered.“Mr. Norton, we’ve done all we can. Her condition is stable, but she’s in a very critical state. She needs full hospital supervision.”Elijah’s expression darkened."Doctor, I appreciate your efforts, but I have my own treatment plan in mind. I'l
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 49. Unknown Enemy
Elijah stood by Sophia’s bedside, his grip tight on the phone. He stared down at her unconscious form, the soft rise and fall of her chest a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.The oxygen mask covering her face made her look so fragile, and yet, he knew how strong she was. She had survived this far. But now it was his turn to fight for her."Marshal... what’s your command?" the voice on the other end of the line echoed again, slightly nervous. The man clearly didn’t want to get on Elijah’s bad side.Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "I want you to find out who ordered the hit on my wife. Spare no resources. I want a name, and I want it fast. Fail me, and you’ll regret it."There was a gulp on the other end of the line, followed by an immediate, “Yes, Marshal. I’ll begin the investigation right away.”Elijah hung up the phone without another word and turned his attention back to Sophia. His hand lingered over her head, his fingers brushing lightly over her hair. Ther
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 50. The Plan for Revenge
The soft beeping of machines was the only sound in the room as Elijah stood over Sophia’s fragile form, watching her as she remained unconscious. Her face was pale, her body still, save for the shallow rise and fall of her chest.The sight of her covered in bandages, her face marked with scars from the glass, and her arms wrapped in casts from multiple fractures, tore at him. Elijah clenched his jaw, fighting to keep the rage building inside him under control.Just then, Sophia’s phone buzzed on the table beside her. He glanced at the screen and saw the name: "~Ethan Donald". Her grandfather.His eyes narrowed, and he quickly silenced the phone. There was no time to deal with Ethan now. He had bigger problems to handle, and none of them involved the Donald family.Turning back to Sophia, Elijah carefully adjusted the medical equipment he’d set up in the room. It wasn’t just hospital-grade care—it was something far more advanced, something only a man with his knowledge and skills could
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 51. The Cold Retribution
"Kate Winter," Elijah replied coldly, his voice carrying the weight of the decision he had just made.Doug nodded, his eyes dark with understanding."It’s time for her to face what she deserves," Doug said quietly, already preparing to leave.Elijah watched Doug for a moment before turning back to Sophia. He bent down closer to her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face."My own revenge is there for sure," he muttered softly, "but I won’t neglect you for that."His hand lingered on her cheek for a moment longer before he stood up and made his way to the small lab he had set up in the corner of the room.There were herbs, tinctures, and medical equipment scattered on the table. He began mixing the herbs in a precise order, his mind focused on creating a customized medicine that would help Sophia heal faster.He crushed the leaves of a rare plant and added them to the concoction, the smell of the mixture filling the room. The sound of boiling liquid bubbled softly, calming in the
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 52. The Trap Is Set
Elijah stood at the door, his sharp eyes narrowing as he saw who had come from the Donald family.It was Jack Donald—Ethan’s second son and Sophia’s uncle. A man with little presence in the family, Jack was known for his weak disposition and his reluctance to speak up in family matters.He had always stayed in the shadows, with no significant role in the Donald empire. Unlike his brother, Hague, who was arrogant and cunning, Jack was different—quieter, softer."Mr. Jack Donald," Elijah said, his tone neutral, though the tension in the air was unmistakable."What brings you here?"Jack shifted awkwardly on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were downcast, and he seemed to be struggling to find his words."I... I wanted to check on Sophia," Jack finally muttered."I heard about her accident, and I just... wanted to see how she’s doing."Elijah studied Jack carefully. He had never been openly hostile toward Sophia, and in truth, he was one of the few Donald family members w
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 53. The Gathering Storm
The night had already settled deep over Arthur Palace when Elijah returned.The sky was an inky black, moonlight barely peeking through the thick clouds.He entered silently, his footsteps soft against the marble floor as he made his way upstairs.His mind was filled with the satisfaction of the night’s events, but the dark shadow of concern for Sophia loomed larger than his vengeance. He stepped into Sophia’s room, where the soft beeping of machines echoed against the stillness.Elijah’s eyes fell on her frail form, still unconscious but showing slight signs of improvement.Her breathing was steadier, and her color had returned to a shade closer to normal. He approached her bedside, checking her vitals once more. "You're fighting," he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead. "Good. Keep fighting."Elijah sat down by her side, the weight of the past weeks pressing on him.He had done everything he could—used every ounce of his medical knowledge, every herb, ever
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 54. A Ghost from the Past
Elijah stood by the window of the room, staring at the darkened sky.The photograph of the mysterious man—cloaked in shadow, lurking near Sophia—was spread out on the desk in front of him. His thoughts raced, but his face remained an impenetrable mask of calm.“We need to find him, Doug,” Elijah said, his voice low and cold.“Whoever this is, he’s linked to the syndicate, and he’s watching Sophia. I want him found, no matter the cost.”Doug, standing at attention beside him, nodded.“We’ve already increased the surveillance around Arthur Palace, Marshal,” Doug replied. “I’ve also put more men on Sophia’s protection detail. No one gets near her without us knowing.”Elijah’s jaw tightened. "Good. But I want more than just eyes. Set up traps, gather intelligence. If he slips up, I want to be there to crush him."Doug nodded again, his eyes reflecting the same steely determination. "Consider it done, sir."As Doug turned to leave, Elijah’s phone buzzed on the desk. The name ~Olivia Winter
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 55. The Dangerous Proposal
Elijah walked into the upscale restaurant, the dim lighting and quiet hum of conversation creating an air of exclusivity.He was dressed in his carefully crafted disguise as ~James Hamesworth, his hair slightly longer grayish, his beard neatly trimmed to give him a rugged but polished look, additionally, his makeup was set like his previous meetings with Olivia.His clothes— a tailored dark suit with an open-collared shirt—fit the persona perfectly, adding to the mystery he projected. As he entered, his sharp eyes scanned the room. Olivia Winter sat at a corner table, dressed in an elegant black dress that hugged her figure. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, and her makeup was immaculate, emphasizing her sharp features and ice-blue eyes.She saw him immediately and waved, her smile warm and almost seductive.“James,” she called him with a light laugh, standing to greet him with a kiss on the cheek.Her perfume lingered in the air, sweet and intoxicating.“You look dashing, as
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332. No Safe Haven
“Elijah.” Sophia’s voice was hoarse as she stumbled forward, exhaustion evident in her every step. The moment she saw him, something inside her steadied. Elijah turned, his sharp gaze locking onto her. Relief flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment. He stepped toward her, scanning her face. “You’re hurt.” “I’m fine,” she said, though the trembling in her limbs told a different story. Doug kept his rifle raised as he surveyed the others. “Marshal, we need to move. Now.” Lando scoffed, brushing snow off his coat. “Move where? We’re boxed in.” Elijah ignored him, his mind already working through the problem. They were outnumbered, trapped in the ruins of a dead village with no easy way out. But surrender wasn’t an option. Cassian stepped forward, his face grim. “We spotted patrols in every direction. They’re closing in.” Sophia’s stomach clenched. “He’s here, isn’t he?” Cassian nodded. “The Warden is leading them himself.” A heavy silence settled over the group.
331. A Ghost from the Past
“This place gives me the creeps, Marshal,” Doug muttered, stepping carefully over the snow-covered ground. Elijah didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes scanned the abandoned village, taking in the half-collapsed roofs, the broken windows, and the eerie silence. The storm had buried much of it under ice and snow, but traces of its past remained—scattered tools, torn banners, faded carvings on the walls. A place forgotten by time. Elijah crouched, brushing away snow from a wooden sign. The words beneath were barely legible, but he could make them out. RavengateHe frowned. “I’ve heard this name before.” Doug tightened his grip on his rifle. “What is this place, sir?” Elijah’s fingers trailed over the letters. “A research site. One of The Warden’s early bases.” Doug stiffened. “You think Sophia was here?” Elijah stood, his expression unreadable. “Maybe. Or someone like her.” They moved carefully through the ruins, their boots crunching over ice. The deeper they wen
330. The Price of Power
“Elijah! Can you hear me?” Doug’s voice was hoarse, barely cutting through the howling wind.Elijah groaned, his body half-buried in the snow. His limbs ached, and his head throbbed from the impact. He forced himself upright, shaking off the dizziness. The avalanche had separated them from the others, leaving nothing but a wasteland of ice and silence.“I’m here,” Elijah rasped, wiping blood from his forehead.Doug exhaled in relief and moved toward him, limping slightly. “Thank the gods. I thought you were buried alive.”Elijah steadied himself and scanned their surroundings. The sheer cliffs stretched endlessly, s
329. Into the Storm
“This is madness,” Lando muttered, tightening his cloak against the bitter wind. “A frozen death trap waiting to swallow us whole.” “No other way,” Elijah said, his voice firm as he led the group through the narrow path. The wind howled through the ravine, a brutal force against their already exhausted bodies. Doug kept pace beside him, eyes scanning the ridges above. “Marshal, we’re exposed here. Too easy to ambush.” Elijah knew he was right. The walls of ice loomed over them like towering prison bars, offering no cover. Every step forward felt like an invitation for an attack. Sophia shivered, pulling her arms tightly around herself. The cold was relentless, seeping through her bones. Her body still ached from the last fight, her mind even more so. She could feel the power inside her, restless and hungry. Cassian trailed behind, checking their back. “No movement yet. But it’s too quiet.” “Always is,” Lando said grimly. “Right before the knife sinks in.” The wind picked
328. The Hunt Never Ends
“We need to keep moving,” Elijah said firmly, scanning the horizon. The cold night stretched endlessly before them, the distant howling of wolves blending with the wind. Doug adjusted his rifle and nodded. “Yes, Marshal. But they’re gaining on us. We can’t keep running forever.” Sophia, leaning against a rock for support, tried to steady her breathing. The escape had drained her. The battle had taken more than just her strength—it had carved something dark inside her, something she wasn’t sure she could control. Lando let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, we could keep running. But it won’t matter. The Warden isn’t hunting us.” He tilted his head toward Sophia. “He’s hunting her.” Elijah’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t take the bait. “And yet, here you are, running with us.” Lando smirked. “Self-preservation. The Warden isn’t the forgiving type.” Doug shot him a glare but stayed silent. The tension was thick, but they had bigger problems. Their pursuers weren’t far. Cassian returne
327. No Way Back
“They’re everywhere!” Doug shouted, firing off a round as he ducked behind a broken tree. Elijah gritted his teeth, his sword slicing through one of the Warden’s men. The ambush had been fast—too fast. They had barely taken a breath before the enemy forces had surrounded them, cutting off every possible escape route. Sophia moved beside him, her breathing heavy. For the first time since her capture, she was fighting at his side. Her hands trembled, energy crackling at her fingertips. It felt different now—stronger, wilder. “I can stop this,” she murmured. Elijah blocked a strike, shoving an attacker back with sheer force. “Not like that,” he snapped. She met his gaze, frustration and fear warring inside her. “If I don’t, we’ll die.” Lando’s voice cut through the chaos. “She’s right.” He crouched beside Cassian, both of them covering Doug’s flank. “The only way out of this is a full-scale wipeout. And she’s the only one who can do it.” Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Absolutely
326. Reunion in the Dark
“She’s here!” Doug’s voice cut through the silence, his breath visible in the cold night air. Elijah rushed forward, his boots crunching against the ice-covered ground. The dim moonlight barely illuminated the small clearing where Sophia lay motionless in the snow. She was barely breathing. His heart clenched. He had imagined this moment over and over—the moment he’d finally find her. But not like this. Not pale and broken, her clothes torn, her body trembling. Elijah dropped to his knees beside her, his gloved hand brushing her cheek. “Sophia.” His voice was low, urgent. “Wake up.” A flicker of movement—her eyelids fluttered open. Her golden-brown eyes locked onto his, but something was different. There was a strange glow beneath their depths, something unnatural. “Elijah…” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I’m here,” he murmured, his grip tightening around her freezing hand. “You’re safe now.” Behind him, Cassian shifted uneasily. “Marshal… we need to be c
325. Blood in the Snow
“I won’t die here.”Sophia muttered the words through gritted teeth, pushing forward through the biting wind. Snow whipped against her face, the freezing air seeping into her bones. Her legs felt like lead, her breath came in ragged gasps, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping meant death.Her body ached, every step a battle. She had lost count of how many hours she had been running, how many times she had stumbled through the endless white expanse. The world around her was eerily silent, save for the distant howling of the wind.And the hunters were getting closer.She could feel them. Even without seeing them, she knew they were near. The Warden’s creations—twisted monsters with enhanced speed, strength, and senses far beyond human capabilities. They had been bred for one purpose: to track and kill.And right now, they were tracking her.A branch snapped somewhere behind her.Sophia spun, her breath catching in her throat.Nothing.Just the trees, standing tall and lifeless, their blacken
324. Unlikely Allies
“Elijah Norton.” Elijah barely looked up as Lando strode into the dimly lit war room. His hands tightened into fists at the sound of the man’s voice, but he remained still, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air was suffocating. Doug stepped forward, his voice rigid with contempt. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here, Yale.” Lando smirked, completely unfazed. He moved with an air of confidence, like he belonged—like he hadn’t been one of the reasons Sophia had been taken in the first place. “I could say the same to you, Commander,” Lando replied smoothly, then turned his gaze back to Elijah. “I assume you know why I’m here.” Elijah’s eyes darkened. “That depends. Are you here to waste my time, or do you actually have something useful to say?” Lando chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Straight to the point, as always.” He folded his arms, leaning slightly against the table. “Sophia has escaped.” Silence. Elijah’s fingers twitched, but his expres
