Ryan : "I am a God-King, a Dragon God, and a Celestial."
Their eyes locked onto me, their expressions shifting from skepticism to sheer bewilderment. It was as if they were trying to comprehend whether I had lost my mind or if I was truly something beyond their understanding.
Ryan: "If you don't believe me, why not ask the fairy boy at your school? Besides, I can show you my celestial wings."
Without another word, I unfurled my wings—massive, imposing, akin to Lucifer's, yet distinctly my own. Each feather gleamed like a blade, reminiscent of Rori's, Lucifer's future daughter. The sheer majesty of them left my audience in stunned silence, their mouths agape as realization set in. My words were no longer just claims; they were undeniable truths.
With their newfound belief, I demanded a place to stay for myself and my maids, along with permission to attend classes—not that I needed to, given my ability to instantly absorb any knowledge I read. As we conversed, the topic shifted to Brooke. In this world, a werewolf's blood curse activates upon taking a life, regardless of form. Even guilt alone could awaken the beast. When I assured him that Brooke was of a different werewolf lineage, Mr. Saltzman seemed to relax, finally accepting the reality. He granted us permission to leave and tasked Hope with finding us accommodations. I left the poor man a chest of gold—after all, he would suffer enough once I took his daughters from him.
As we walked, my eyes scanned the school's population. The witches, the vampires—some of them were breathtaking, especially the gothic-style witches who radiated an enigmatic allure. The female werewolves of the school adhered to tradition, staying with the pack and only mating with the senior alpha. However, history had proven time and again that alphas grew complacent, losing their edge to younger, more determined wolves.
Hope took notice of how the other women looked at me, her presence tightening beside me. A wave of her pheromones filled the air, her body language warning off the competition with silent fury. She led me to my new quarters—conveniently close to hers and the Saltzman twins'.
Inside my room, we spoke in hushed tones, the air between us growing heavier. A shift in proximity, the unspoken tension crackling like a storm about to break. Our faces inched closer, breaths mingling, anticipation hanging thick—
And then, the door swung open.
My maids stood at the threshold—Amelia, the vampire princess; Brooke, the alpha wolf woman; and Eleonore, the centaur. The moment Hope realized what had nearly transpired, she bolted upright, an embarrassed flush dusting her cheeks before she made a swift exit.
The girls, upon recognizing their untimely interruption, offered quick apologies. Then, they relayed the latest happenings. Apparently, Raphael had said something cruel to Lizzie, triggering a panic attack that sent her powers spiraling out of control. Additionally, they spoke of a party in the woods later that night, as well as a certain Penelope Park—Josie's infamous ex.
I allowed them to go, knowing their actions would have no bearing on the events to come.
Later that night, things unfolded as expected. Raphael sought Josie's help to summon Landon. After a tense exchange, Landon managed to slip away, but not before attracting Hope's wrath. As he tried to flee, she attacked—only to halt at the last second, recognizing him. Shifting back into human form, she suddenly realized she had no spare clothes nearby. Swiftly, she grabbed Landon's jacket, covering herself before he could take notice.
I watched, waiting a few beats before making my approach. Then, with measured steps, I closed the distance between us and offered her my help.
She attempts to explain her appearance, but I silence her with a firm touch. "You don't need to explain anything," I command, my voice low and authoritative. Weaving chakra-infused fabric over her form, I smirk. "These won't last long—you should change soon."
We head to the nearby library, where I've left her a change of clothes in the librarian's small private room. The library is deserted at this hour, its towering shelves casting eerie shadows in the dim light. As Hope steps inside to change, Landon and I explore the artifacts on display. His eyes become fixated on an ancient dagger. The moment his fingers hover near it, an ominous pulse of magic ripples through the air. The spell breaks, unleashing a force that should have remained buried—a villain long thought to be a mere legend. The air thickens, and creatures not meant to exist in this world begin to stir.
Once the chaos is contained, we escort Landon back to the wolf kennel. With him safely away, I remain with Hope, the electric tension between us unspoken yet undeniable. Before we part ways for the night, I seize her wrist, pulling her against me. Our lips crash together, igniting something primal within both of us.
Lifting her effortlessly, I carry her to my room. Clothes fall away in a fevered rush, hands claiming, mouths devouring.
As their clothes pooled on the floor, Ryan 's eyes roamed over Hope's naked body, taking in every inch of her. Her full breasts were capped with hardened nipples that begged for his attention, and her stomach was toned yet curvy, leading down to a patch of dark curls that left little to the imagination. Her thighs were long and shapely, and he couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around his waist.
Hope, on the other hand, admired Ryan 's muscular physique. His abs rippled as he moved, and his manhood stood at attention, ready for her. She couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.
"You're so beautiful," Ryan breathed, his voice husky with desire as he took in her naked form.
"And you're quite a specimen" Hope purred, her eyes roaming over his muscular physique.
Slowly, they moved closer, their bodies mere centimeters apart. Their lips met again, this time more passionate than before, their tongues dancing together. Ryan 's hands caressed her curves, memorizing every inch of her silky skin. He teased her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips.
"Oh, Ryan ," she gasped, arching her back.
He smiled against her neck, "I'm just getting started."
As their kisses traveled down her body, he lavished attention on her breasts, suckling and nipping at her hardened peaks.
Hope's moans spurred on, and he continued his sensual assault, trailing kisses down her stomach. He teased her inner thighs with feather-light touches, making her squirm with anticipation.
"Ryan ," she shuddered, "I can't take it anymore."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, "Neither can I."
With a growl, he positioned himself at her entrance, his manhood throbbing with need. Slowly, he entered her, inch by inch, savoring every sensation. Her walls clenched around him, hot and wet, as if she'd been made for him.
"God, Hope," he groaned, "you feel so good."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes, more."
Ryan obliged, picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing fervor. Their moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the city sounds below.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes, more."
Ryan obliged, picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing fervor. Their moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the city sounds below.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their skin slick with sweat, as they pushed each other higher and higher. Ryan 's hips slapped against hers, the sound of their union echoing in the room.
"Ryan ," Hope gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist as she clung to him like a vine, "I'm so close... I can't hold on any longer."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a primal growl, he slammed his hips forward, driving himself deep inside her tight heat. Her wetness enveloped him like a velvet vice, squeezing him in a delicious vice-like grip. His cock throbbed in response, ready to explode.
*Slap* *Slap*
Their bodies collided together in a frenzy of passion, their moans filling the room as they climaxed in unison. Their juices mingled, their souls intertwining as they rode the wave of ecstasy together.
As their breathing slows, they collapsed onto the bed, their naked bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. They lay there, catching their breath, their chests heaving with exertion.
After a short rest, Hope rolled over, straddling Ryan 's waist. She guided his still-hard member to her entrance and lowered herself down, taking him inch by inch. Her eyes locked with his as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each sensual movement. Ryan 's hands gripped her hips, guiding her pace as they continued their passionate dance.
They then moved into doggy style, with Ryan on top, slamming into her from behind. Hope's moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls as she arched her back, pushing her ass against him. Ryan gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her firm flesh as he pounded into her relentlessly. Hope's moans grew louder, her climax building once more. Ryan felt his own orgasm approaching, and with a final, powerful thrust, he exploded deep inside her, their juices mingling together in a hot, sticky mess.
By morning, Landon's memory has been erased, his presence at the institute nothing more than a forgotten shadow.
I hang out with Hope before heading to a football game with her and the twins. The mood is light until word comes that a prized dagger has vanished from the library. Suspicion falls on Landon, and questions quickly arise about the dagger's true nature. We scour the shelves and discover a couple of Sumerian texts that reveal its secrets. Hope, hurt and furious at the betrayal by a friend she trusted, storms out of the library in a blaze of anger.
I step forward with authority. "I'll translate these texts for Dr. Saltzman," I declare. When I present my translation, Dr. Saltzman fixes me with a steely gaze. "The dagger is indestructible by a powerful curse," he explains. "It attracts creatures hidden by darkness, has a guardian, and whoever carries it could either destroy the world—or save it." His words hang heavy in the air as the gravity of the situation settles in.
No sooner do we grasp the stakes than Dr. Saltzman's phone rings with urgent news: the sheriff reports that people on a bus have been turned to ash. He wastes no time. "We must find Landon immediately," he commands. "Ryan, take Hope. I need you two to head out."
I meet Hope in the car park. On our way to her room, I locate her and firmly take her hand. "Tell me everything," I say, my tone decisive. She explains that she's been tracking with black magic, while I relay the details from my translation—though we agree to keep my own use of black magic a secret from Alaric. Hand in hand, we stride to the van where Doc waits, and we depart without delay.
Arriving at the scene of the incident, Alaric and Hope stand in stunned silence before the charred remains of a bus—the vehicle's exterior miraculously intact while its passengers lie incinerated. After a tense discussion about our next steps, they decide to return to the school to let the area be cleared, planning to search for Landon without interference. Hours later, we regroup at the car. To our surprise, we find Raphael disassembling the car, declaring that he will join us if we go after Landon. Just then, Dr. Saltzman arrives, ordering, "Fix it, Raphael—you're coming with us." Meanwhile, Hope mutters under her breath as she prepares a black magic spell meant to end Landon's treachery.
Our investigation leads us into the forest, where we split into two groups—Hope and I take one path, while Alaric and Raphael cover another. Following a narrow trail, we come upon a secluded cabin. There, we spot Landon timidly peeking out, fear written all over his face. I stride forward and, with a few commanding words, force Hope to hurl him with magic against a wall inside the cabin—a space that resembles more of a supply store than a hideout.
I narrow my eyes and demand, "Why did you steal the dagger?" Landon stammers that he doesn't know. I press on, my tone uncompromising, "Then why did you kill so many people?" He claims it wasn't him at all—it was a woman who spits fire. Skeptical, I initially strike him with magic again, letting him "have his fun" for a moment. After all, Hope is my wife, and I believe Landon has the potential to rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
Before Hope can cast her deadly spell, Alaric and Raphael burst in, exclaiming that a fire-spitting witch is trailing them. Hope's anger momentarily shifts to disbelief: "Why would there be such a witch if my bloodline died out years ago?" Suddenly, a huge flame roars toward us. Quick-thinking Alaric and Raphael slam the hatch at the entrance, sheltering us from the searing dragon fire that leaves the structure unscathed.
I turn to Alaric with a wry, commanding tone. "You didn't mention she's a witch—she reeks of dragon fire, and by the scent, she's a young dragoness."
"A dragoness?" they echo.
"Exactly. She craves the dagger's power to be free," I explain, my voice resolute. "Can you understand her?" they ask. I reply confidently, "Of course—I am the Dragon God, master of all beasts. I can communicate with anyone, transform at will, and wield powers beyond your reckoning. I'm going to find out what or whom she wishes to free."
I leave the cramped hut and step outside. There, the angry dragon girl is in full transformation mode, hurling flames wildly. I release my aura, a commanding presence that forces her attention and calms her fury. I'd intended only a small display, yet the sheer intensity of my aura sends her crashing down, sobbing uncontrollably. I then unleash carefully measured pheromones, simultaneously soothing and stirring her—enough to subdue her without causing permanent damage. In moments, she reverts to human form, and I help her cleanse herself with a simple magic from the HP world. With my divine power, I sever the villain's tracking influence over her. Overwhelmed, she throws herself into my arms.
Silence falls as Alaric, Hope, Landon, and Raphael take in the scene. Landon and Raphael are visibly astonished by the dragon's behavior, but Hope and Alaric quickly recall my true nature and relax—although Hope's eyes betray a flicker of jealousy. I explain the situation, and Alaric concurs that the dragon can remain with us at the institute.
I seat the dragon in the back of the car and note, "Landon smells off—a mix of human, mud, and ashes." She quips, "Probably the fire of the dragon and the forest's mud," with a hint of mirth. As we prepare to depart, we notice that Landon and Raphael have vanished. Alaric announces he'll handle their case and makes a quick call while Hope, the dragon, and I share a tight, reassuring embrace in the back of the car.
Before we set off, I assert firmly, "Alaric, you'd better take us to the game now. There's no time for Lizzi and Josie to get angry and stir up trouble." After a brief pause, he nods, and luckily, the route takes only ten minutes to the institute.
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