The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: When Wings Unfold

KIERYGAN’S POV

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The cyclone raged around me, a cage of rotting clouds and howling wind. My wings strained against it, every muscle burning with the effort, but no matter how hard I beat them, the storm dragged me back into its choking grasp. I roared, again and again, fire tearing from my throat. Only to be smothered by the cursed mist.

This wasn’t just meant to hold me. It was feeding on me-draining the strength from my limbs, siphoning the last dregs of magic from my soul. Of course, it was. What else could I expect from a device wrought by that light-stealing abomination?

“Eirlys!” I bellowed, reaching for her through the bond. But there was only silence.

Moments before she vanished, I’d seen her glow-wild, radiant, desperate-as if she were trying to reach me before the light faded.

I called her again. And again. But now, I can no longer feel her.

Dread ripped through me, sharper than any spear. Had the Light Reaper finally taken her? Was it ending now-everything we had clawed and bled for-undone in a single breath, with him igniting himself as a new Fae to consume and remake the world?

I forced my gaze downward. Through the storm’s haze, I glimpsed Morwenna and Mirael, their hands raised, faces carved in triumph as they wove their foul magic tighter around me. Beyond them, Evander, Ulyanna, and Scylla fought like cornered gods, yet even they buckled beneath the tide-wave after wave crashing against them, driving them back inch by inch.

And for the first time in an age, something cold and alien coiled in my chest. Hopelessness.

And then-the bond stirred, thrumming back to life within me.

Through the smothering black, something stirred-a flicker, no larger than a star breaking through a storm-choked sky. Like a lone firefly in an endless night.

At first, I thought it was a trick of exhaustion, some phantom light. But it grew, swelling brighter, nearer, until it burned against the dark like a beacon no shadow could swallow.

Not a trick. Not a firefly.

The radiance shaped itself into a form my soul had ached for, the vision my eyes had been starving to see. I nearly forgot to breathe.

Eirlys.

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Only this time… she bore wings.

Ethereal, carved from light itself, shifting as though half-dream, half-divine. Not solid, not spirit, yet steady-fading in and out, and still carrying her unerringly through the storm.

She was flying to me.

I roared, the sound tearing from my chest, a primal warning that rattled the cyclone itself.

Stay back! My instincts screamed.

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I didn’t want her trapped again, didn’t want her to suffer in my stead. But she came closer anyway, wings beating in rapid, purposeful pulses, darting and weaving with the fluid grace of a hummingbird.

The darkness recoiled as she passed through it, shivering as if afraid to touch her.

Then she was here with me. One gentle touch of her small hand against my scale and then suddenly I stopped spinning. The pull ceased, as though the tempest itself bowed to her command.

Before I could even process it, before I could recover from the miracle of her presence, she shoved me outward. I screeched in protest, wings thrashing, refusing to abandon her.

Then-clearer than any sound carried on the wind-I felt her in my mind.

Trust me.

The words anchored me. For a heartbeat, I hovered, torn between instinct and the faintest thread of faith. And then I let go. This time… I would trust her.

Below us, I saw Morwenna and Mirael falter. Their snarls twisted to panic as their weaving unraveled. They strained to pull the cyclone back under their control, but it was no longer

theirs to command.

It was hers.

Her eyes blazed, molten gold, so bright it felt forbidden to look at-like staring into something divine. Power radiated from her in waves, raw and ancient. For a heartbeat, I thought I wasn’t seeing the girl I knew, but something far older, wearing her skin.

The dark witches understood it too. Horror twisted their faces, and with no other choice, they hurled themselves into the waiting portal.

Eirlys hurled the cyclone after them, a howling tempest funneled straight into the abyss. The portal swallowed it whole-and then snapped shut.

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But she wasn’t finished.

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She raised her arms, palms outstretched, and light danced wildly between her fingers-not just her own glow this time, but as if she were summoning the heavens themselves, drawing bolts of lightning into her palms.

The brilliance swelled, immense and searing, until it stung my eyes, until I could feel its heat

even from a safe distance.

Then she hurled it downward.

The blast struck the battlefield like judgment incarnate, consuming every enemy in its path.

And I, helpless and awestruck, could do nothing but watch.

Even from here, I could see their faces-Evander, Ulyanna, Scylla-all of them frozen, mouths parted in shock, utterly dumbstruck by the power Eirlys had unleashed.

I beat my wings, the wind whistling past as I closed the distance to her. She still glowed, her eyes still burning gold, radiant enough to blind. I loosed a sharp screech-a call, a reminder. It

was over.

She blinked, and in an instant, the blaze softened. Amethyst returned, gentle and familiar, replacing the molten fire that had nearly consumed her.

Eirlys turned to me, her voice steady, unshaken even after the storm she had commanded. ” Let’s go home,” she said.

She folded her ethereal wings behind my neck and settled on my back, her hands resting lightly against my scales. My chest swelled, a fierce warmth surging through me. Even with wings strong enough to carry her, she still chose to ride with me.

I wasted no more time. I had no desire to linger another moment in this cursed place. With a powerful beat of my wings, I cut through the thinning clouds, driving us forward-toward

Solmere. Toward home.

The courtyard seemed to hold its breath the instant my claws struck stone. Armor clattered, whispers swelled into a hushed frenzy, yet every gaze fixed not on me-but on her.

On my mate. With wings.

They unfurled behind her, luminous and unearthly, gleaming as though spun from starlight itself. Servants, councilors, even the battle-hardened warriors of Solmere stared as though they beheld a goddess descended from the heavens.

I couldn’t fault them. I couldn’t look away either.

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They edged closer, drawn like moths to flame, yet not daring to step too near. A low growl rumbled from deep within my chest, the sound vibrating through the stone and rattling the ground beneath their boots. They froze, as they should. My territorial instinct bared its fangs.

She is mine.

Eirlys did not dismount in the way she always had before. She slipped from my back in a sweep of light, wings fluttering once before folding neatly as she landed. Graceful. Untouchable.

I shifted, scales giving way to flesh, and before I had steadied my breath she was there- pressing into me, clutching at me as though to make certain I was real. Her voice shook against my chest. “I was so worried about you.”

My eyes shut as I buried my face in her hair, breathing her in like salvation. My arms cinched around her waist, pulling her as close as I could. “Gods, Eirlys. It was me who was afraid,” I rasped, my voice torn raw from’smoke and roaring. “I saw you fall. Then the darkness swallowed you whole. I thought-”

My throat tightened, the words scraping out rough. “I thought he had you. That the Light Reaper has finally taken you from me.”

“That’s what I thought too,” she murmured, her words muffled against my chest. “But I found myself… elsewhere. I don’t even know where.”

A dozen questions burned on my tongue, but the tremor in her breath told me she was spent. Answers could wait. I only tightened my hold, then guided her forward with me. Step by step, we crossed the courtyard toward the entrance.

At the archway, the others were waiting-Evander, Ulyanna, Scylla. Orryx and Callum stood rigidly at their sides, and even Solara lingered at the edge, her gaze fixed on Eirlys and the wings still shimmering faintly at her back.

The air brimmed with awe the moment we joined them. Questions spilled like rain, mingling with hushed gasps and reverent murmurs all around us. I let them fuss over her, watching as Eirlys twirled lightly, her wings flickering in and out of sight to the delight of the crowd.

Scylla’s eyes shone. “How did you get them to appear?”

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