The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Storm of Fire and Starlight

KIERYGAN’S POV

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We didn’t waste a moment. Right after breakfast, King Lucius and Prince Draven flanked us,

escorting our party to the gates.

Outside the walls, we gathered in a loose circle to share final words and review our strategy before the journey home. The grimoire rested in its satchel, bundled tight-though it seemed to carry more weight than mere leather and parchment.

“Eirlys is carrying the tome,” I said. “It’ll be safer up there, out of reach from Morwenna and

Mirael’s claws.”

Prince Draven crossed his arms. “They’ll expect that. Be ready for ranged attacks-spears, arrows, anything that flies.”

I inclined my head in acknowledgment. “I’ll climb higher if it comes to that.”

Turning to Eirlys, I crouched so we were eye to eye. She cradled the sleeping rabbit in her arms, listening closely. “Hold on tight, Eirlys,” I said gently. “Always.”

She nodded, solemn. But the faint flicker at the edge of her glow betrayed the nerves she

tried to hide.

“Evander, Scylla, and I will watch from the ground,” Ulyanna said. “Close enough to shield you, but far enough to split their pursuit.”

When all were satisfied with the plan, I turned to King Lucius and Prince Draven. The vampires waited, still and watchful, their presence carved from the same stone as their fortress. I clasped Lucius’s hand first, firm and brief, then Draven’s.

“My thanks,” I said. “And… my apology. For the loss of your half.”

King Lucius gave only a small shrug, his expression unreadable. “What’s lost is lost. No use wallowing in it. Just keep the second tome out of their hands.”

His gaze drifted to Eirlys, lingering for a breath before he inclined his head. “And protect your

mate.”

“Always,” I said.

Lucius’s attention shifted to Evander, and the silence between them stretched, taut and heavy, until the king finally spoke. “Son.”

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Evander’s jaw tightened. “Father.”

Clipped, but for someone who hadn’t spoken to his father in decades, it was progress.

I turned back to Eirlys, pulling the satchel from my side and slinging it carefully across her chest. Nibbles immediately hopped up onto it.

“You know your orders, Nibbles,” I said to the rabbit. “Protect Eirlys. Protect the book.”

He stared back at me with a flat, unimpressed look, as if offended that I’d even felt the need

to remind him.

I stepped a few paces away from the group before allowing the shift to take hold, my body stretching and reshaping into my dragon form.

Eirlys moved instinctively, approaching without hesitation and climbing onto my back. Her hands gripped my horns, steady and sure, and I felt the shift of her weight settle just before her light tap signaled she was ready.

I let out a single roar-the sound cracking through the courtyard like thunder-then launched skyward with one powerful beat of my wings, climbing fast into the open sky.

Below, Ulyanna, Evander, and Scylla moved out, their magic flashing in quick pulses as they disapparated and phased in unison, shadows streaking across the ground as they kept pace

with me.

The flight was smooth, the kind of open stretch of sky I lived for. The air was steady, the sun high, and I let my scales bleed into the heavens, camouflaging us in endless blue.

Below, I kept eyes on Ulyanna, Scylla, and Evander-three swift shadows streaking across the ground, quicksilver sparks of magic marking their path.

We were untouchable.

Or so it seemed.

As I banked past a jagged ridge, the wind shifted-unsteady currents tugging at my wings. Eirlys tightened her grip immediately, her body pressing closer against my scales.

Good, I thought. She was alert.

Then I looked down. I caught a ripple of movement-too sharp, too sudden to be natural. My eyes narrowed. A commotion. Shapes breaking from the rocks. My stomach twisted.

Ulyanna, Scylla, and Evander were no longer shadows in motion. They were locked in a combat.

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A flicker of dread shot through me, but before I could react, a spear tore past my head, its blackened tip gleaming with poison as it whistled by.

Eirlys shrieked behind me.

I screeched loud and sharp, warning her to brace herself.

Another spear followed-then an arrow, then more-slicing the air in a deadly rain. I snapped my wings tight and climbed, pumping hard, forcing us higher and higher.

Then light burst above me, a crack splitting the air, the acrid scent of scorched flesh stinging my nose. But it wasn’t mine.

I risked a glance back. Eirlys-one hand outstretched, light crackling at her fingertips-hurled another blast downward, then flung up a shield to intercept a spear before it struck us.

Pride and fear seared my chest’in equal measure.

Below us, the ground seethed with rogues-packs scattered along the ridges, reloading launchers, nocking arrows, the black gleam of poisoned tips flashing in the sun.

My chest burned to unleash fire on them. But instinct screamed louder: stay above, keep Eirlys beyond their reach. So I drove us higher.

Then her voice rang out behind me, fierce against the wind. “Let’s get them!”

I didn’t think twice.

With a single snap of my wings, I folded into a dive. Air howled past, the world narrowing to the swarm below. Fire swelled in my chest, and I loosed it in a sweeping arc, scorching rock and scattering rogues like leaves before a gale.

Behind me, light crackled downward, Eirlys’ power striking archers my fire could not reach.

We skimmed low, a storm of claws, flame, and searing brilliance.

Screams split the air, cut short. Bodies scattered. Together, we carved through them, their cries of triumph curdling into fear.

Through the haze, I caught sight of Evander-his fangs bared, his form a blur of claws and blood. He tore through rogues as if he’d been born for this slaughter. A short distance away, Ulyanna and Scylla fought back-to-back, their hands weaving arcs of magic, hurling enemies aside in blasts of raw power.

Evander glanced up mid-strike, grinning through bloodied teeth. With a mock salute, he drove his clawed hand straight through an enemy’s chest.

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“Go!” he called. “We’ve got this.”

I lingered only long enough to unleash one last sweep of fire at the nearest rogues. Then, with a powerful beat of my wings, I surged skyward, climbing above the thinning chaos.

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We climbed higher until the world below shrank to jagged shadows. No arrow, no spear could

reach us here.

Eirlys leaned forward, arm outstretched, light sparking from her fingertips to strike the rogues beneath. Each crackle found its mark-precise, controlled. She was buying the three below precious time.

The sooner this ended, the sooner we could go home.

But then the sky changed.

In a blink, the blue was gone, smothered by roiling black clouds that billowed out of nothing- unnatural, too fast, too deliberate.

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