Claimed By The Last Kind

The Dragon’s Revenge

Chapter Two: The Dragon’s Revenge

Drake’s POV

Silence.

They wanted me dead.

The Kingdom of Kongil had made their declaration. The king had promised riches, power, and glory to any man who could capture or kill me. Me—the last dragon. Did they truly believe I would sit in my lair and wait for my own death?

Fools.

My kind had been wiped from this world by human greed, their desire for power overshadowing reason. I had seen it before—heard the cries of my kin as their wings were torn from their bodies, their scales stolen for armor, their bones turned into weapons. I had hidden myself away, knowing that I was the last. But hiding was no longer an option.

If the king sought to challenge me, then I would bring the fight to him.

But killing him? No. That would be too easy.

I wanted him to suffer.

A ruler’s greatest weakness was never his own life—but the lives of those he loved. The pain of losing something precious was far greater than the pain of death. If I wanted him to feel true agony, I needed to take something irreplaceable.

His son.

The thought sent a sharp thrill through me. The firstborn prince of Kongil—the heir to his throne, the future of his kingdom. Taking him would shake the very foundations of their world. The king would know fear as I had known it. He would know loss.

A growl rumbled deep in my chest, and without hesitation, I spread my wings and took off.

Tonight, the kingdom of Kongil would remember why dragons were feared.

The Kingdom Panic

The chill of the night air kissed me, the wind screaming past me as I soared towards the kingdom. The golden towers of Kongil stood tall against the black sky, the flags fluttering in the wind. The city below was lit with the light of torches, the streets crowded with people who did not know that their own fear had been unleashed.

As I descended, a thunderous bellow erupted from the guards on the city walls.

"A DRAGON!"

Panic erupted like fire. People screamed, abandoning their market stalls and homes, fleeing in all directions as my massive form loomed over them. My wings cast long shadows on the cobblestone streets, my golden eyes gleaming in the darkness.

The castle guards hurried to their positions, but I could see the fear in their eyes. They gripped their weapons, their hands trembling. I could even hear their pounding hearts from upstairs.

The gates of the castle slammed shut, and in a few seconds, the king himself emerged onto the grand balcony. His robes were heavy with gold, his crown glinting in the light of the torches. But under all that royal bravado, I saw it—the glint of fear in his eyes.

"Stand firm! Do not let him approach any further!" the king roared, his voice only just masking his desperation.

His guards raised their arms, forming a defensive line. A pathetic attempt.

I let out a low, menacing growl. They would not stop me.

One beat of my wings, and I hurled a blast of air barreling through the courtyard, sending men crashing off their feet. Some clung to their swords, but others fled.

Weak.

I burst through the courtyard with a thunderous crash, claws digging into stone. The ground trembled beneath my weight. My golden eyes raked across the chaos, seeking my prey.

Then—I saw him.

The king's firstborn son.

He stood on the castle steps, his black hair disheveled, his face unreadable. He did not run. He did not tremble. He simply. watched.

Interesting.

I wanted him to beg for mercy. To scream. To plead.

But he didn't do those things.

I walked towards him, my enormous body towering over his small one. The guards got in the way, but a lash of my tail was all it took, and I had them lying on the ground. Their armor rang hollowly on the stone, their bodies wracked with pain.

The king's face paled as he realized what was happening.

"No! Stop him! Save the prince!"

But no one was courageous enough to take a step forward.

I leaned my head in so that I was nose to nose with the prince. My warm breath caressed his skin, my golden eyes roaming over his face. I wanted to see the fear. I wanted to see the terror.

But there was none.

Rather, he tilted his head to one side, regarding me as a curious creature that he had never encountered before. His lips moved, but there was nothing there.

I scowled. What kind of human was this one?

Didn't he understand what I was? What I could do?

I could burn the entire kingdom down. I could tear him to pieces with one bite. I could toss him off the highest tower and watch him splinter when he landed.

But he did not so much as twitch.

I grabbed him with my claws, jerking him up from the ground. The entire courtyard erupted. The king cried out his son's name. The people screamed in fear.

And yet, in my grasp, the prince remained… peaceful.

I had caught him.

The king would cry. The kingdom would mourn.

And this man. this strange, fearless man. would come to know quickly what it was like to be grasped by a dragon.