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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 77. The Gala of Shadows
Elijah, dressed in his James Hamesworth persona, stepped into the lavish ballroom, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, where the elite of Arthurton mingled, exchanging secrets behind polite smiles.But Elijah wasn’t here for the pleasantries. This was a battlefield, and every word, every glance could be a weapon.Olivia appeared beside him, her hand slipping into his arm with a smile that barely hid her excitement.She wore a shimmering, deep red gown that clung to her frame, drawing the attention of nearly every man in the room. But her eyes were only on Elijah.“I’m glad
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 78 Hidden Agendas
The ballroom hummed with low conversations and clinking glasses, but Elijah’s focus was razor-sharp.Every movement, every whispered word was under his scrutiny. His mask of calm, as James Hamesworth, remained intact as he lingered near Duke West and William Winter, listening intently to their conversation.They were standing near a large marble pillar, their voices low but just audible enough for Elijah to catch snippets of their plans.“Evendore will bow to us,” William said, his tone dripping with ambition.His eyes gleamed as he took a sip of champagne. “Once we secure Lando Yale’s holdings and consolidate the remaining Shaw properties, no one will stand in our way.”Duke West nodded, though his face was grim. “Power comes with sacrifice, William. Remember that. We don’t just need business leverage. We need military might. This city will only stay under control if we crush the weak.”William chuckled, adjusting his suit jacket. “Which is why I’m relying on you, Duke. You’ve got th
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 79. A Storm Brews
Elijah entered Arthur Palace late in the evening, his steps slowing as he approached Sophia’s room. He could feel the weight of the day settling on his shoulders.Battles fought on multiple fronts were exhausting, but his biggest concern remained with the woman he loved. Sophia sat by the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. She looked stronger, her physical recovery evident, but the emotional toll still showed in the way her shoulders slumped slightly and the distant look in her eyes.Elijah approached quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?"Sophia sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of the windowpane. "Physically, I’m getting there. But..." Her voice trailed off, her gaze still fixed on the horizon."It’s just everything else, Elijah. My family—they don’t care about my health. All they see is the business, the money. My mother, May, is constantly nagging me about getting more money. Grandfather is pressuring me to sign more cont
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 80. The Battle for Control
Elijah sat at the head of his study table, the weight of his plans settling over him like a thick fog. The message he had received about Duke West and William Winter had been clear. They were preparing to strike, and Elijah knew the confrontation was no longer avoidable.He leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the scattered papers detailing the Winters’ business operations and Duke West’s moves. Doug stood in the doorway, waiting for instructions.“I need more intel on Duke West,” Elijah said, his tone sharp.“Every move he makes, every business deal he’s involved in—I want to know about it. We can’t afford to be blindsided.”Doug nodded. “Understood, Marshal. I’ve already set up surveillance, but I’ll dig deeper. I’ll have a report for you by the end of the day.”“Good,” Elijah replied, his gaze drifting toward the window.“And keep a closer eye on the Winters. Something tells me they’re not far behind Duke West in this.” Doug left without another word, and Elijah remained i
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 81. Family vs. Love
Elijah sat quietly, watching Sophia across the room as she flipped through some documents. He could sense the frustration bubbling inside her, her movements stiff and deliberate.She’d been like this for days—distant, tense, and more upset than usual. He knew she was starting to feel the strain of her family’s pressure, but it wasn’t just that. Elijah’s constant disappearances were wearing her down, too.Finally, Sophia broke the silence. “Elijah, we need to talk,” she said, her voice controlled, but he could hear the edge of frustration.He looked up from his laptop, meeting her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”Sophia set the papers down, crossing her ar
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 82. The Battle Begins
Elijah paced across his office, the tension in the air thickening with each passing second. Doug stood nearby, his face grim as he delivered the latest update."Duke West’s men are already making moves, Marshal," Doug said."They’ve infiltrated some of the key personnel tied to Sophia’s deal with Lando Yale. William Winter is also playing his part, trying to sabotage it from the inside."Elijah clenched his fists. He had expected this, but the sheer coordination of the attack showed how determined Duke West and William Winter were to ruin Sophia’s progress—and his."We can’t let them win," Elijah said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him."This deal is too important for Sophia. I want you to secure every corner, Doug. No loose ends."Doug nodded sharply."Already on it. I’ve got eyes on Yale’s top advisors, and we’ve neutralized a few of Duke’s informants. But it’s a battle now. Duke’s going to push harder."Elijah’s jaw tightened. He had dealt with Duke West before,
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 83. Facing the Family
Sophia stood at the window of her room, her eyes focused on the view outside but her thoughts miles away.Elijah had been distant, vanishing at odd times, always with vague explanations. It was wearing her down, the constant wondering if he was hiding something dangerous from her. She turned when she heard footsteps. Elijah entered the room, his face tense, clearly preoccupied with something."Where were you, Elijah?" Sophia asked, her voice quiet but heavy with emotion.Elijah paused, sensing the weight of the question. He’d been expecting this confrontation for some time now, but he still wasn’t ready for it."I had to take care of something, Sophia. It’s not something you need to worry about."Sophia’s frustration boiled over, her fists clenching at her sides."That’s all you ever say! 'Don’t worry about it.' But how can I not worry? You’re disappearing at random times, coming back with bruises, and acting like everything’s fine. It’s not fine!"Elijah sighed deeply, moving closer
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 84. The Trap is Set
Elijah stood in his study, going over the plans laid out before him. His mind was sharp, calculating every possible angle, every move Duke West and William Winter might make. He needed to get ahead of them.This time, he’d lure Asher and the remnants of the Shaw brothers' forces into his trap, weakening Duke West’s resources in one decisive move.Doug entered, his expression grim but resolute."Marshal, our men have confirmed Asher’s gathering Zack and Kevin Shaw’s remaining forces.""Perfect," Elijah replied, his voice edged with determination."Make sure he’s led straight into our setup. I want Asher to believe he’s closing in on me, not the other way around."Doug nodded, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "He’ll walk right into it. Just say the word.""Then let's start," Elijah ordered, his tone final....The tension between Elijah and Sophia had been thick lately, and Elijah could feel it growing by the day.Sophia had been hurt by her family’s manipulations and was dea
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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,
