Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 150: The Dragons

The owner of the Vest of the Mytherial Moon was none other than the Grand Elder of the dragons. She was a female dragon who had lived on Earth for several millennia and was the oldest among the elders of the Dragon Council.

Dragons, though powerful, were fewer in number compared to other supernatural races. They did not have clans like werewolves or vampires; rather, they lived as a united family. A governing council managed their affairs both internally and in relation to the outside world. This council was composed of the ten most powerful dragons, each known as an Elder. Among them, one was chosen as the leader of the dragons. While the Grand Elder was not the most powerful, she was the most respected due to her age, wisdom, and because she was the mother of the current Dragon Leader.

In ancient times, dragons roamed freely across the world. They required vast amounts of food and expansive territories to survive. Over time, their numbers declined for various reasons, chief among them being a low birth rate and food scarcity. When Yggdrasil offered them sanctuary, many migrated to Kvernheim. This underground haven provided everything needed for the survival of each dragon type. They settled throughout the outer regions of Kvernheim, choosing habitats suited to their origins and nature.

The Horned Dragons of North America originally dwelled in the lakes and cold rivers of Canada and the northern United States. These serpentine dragons had polished stone-like scales, two powerful hind legs, and no wings. Their twin ivory horns curled majestically from their heads, symbols of their aquatic supremacy. Though flightless, they reigned supreme in water, commanding fog, currents, and rainstorms. Known for their calm demeanor, they were rarely aggressive but devastating when provoked.

From China’s misty mountains came the Long Dragons. Ancient and wingless, they glided through the skies like clouds drifting in wind. Their elongated bodies shimmered with scales of gold, green, or blue. Adorned with flowing whiskers and antler-like horns, they controlled wind and weather with ease. Monsoons, tempests, and clear skies bowed to their will. High-altitude mountain peaks, sacred groves, and floating stone platforms were once their homes, hidden from the human eye.

Ryujin Dragons, hailing from Japan, ruled the oceans from the deep. Their scales mirrored the sea—teal, indigo, and black—and often bore coral, seaweed, and barnacles. Their glowing red eyes pierced the ocean gloom. With long, muscular bodies and no wings, they commanded tides and marine weather. Capable of sinking fleets or calming tsunamis, they once lived in submerged palaces near undersea ridges and volcanic vents. In Kvernheim, they now inhabit a vast volcanic lake.

The Imoogi Dragons of Korea were massive, wingless serpents with no limbs. Their iridescent scales shifted colors with the light, and luminous horns crowned their heads. Unique among dragons, Imoogis were evolving beings. Only upon reaching the ascendant level and crossing into the other world did they attain their full form. They dwelled near sacred rivers, storm-battered cliffs, and geomantic hotspots, quietly gathering strength.

Across the British Isles lived the Wyrms. Winged dragons with four clawed legs, they breathed fire and had bronze-like scales. Spiked bone ridges lined their backs, and their crushing tails made them formidable in battle. Among all dragons, Wyrms were the most physically aggressive. They once ruled mountain ranges and ancient ruins, guarding hoards of treasure and relics. Their memory was legendary; they never forgot a grudge.

Tarasque Dragons inhabited the swamps and riverlands of southern France. With six powerful legs, a lion’s head, crocodilian tail, and a turtle-like shell, they were strange yet formidable. Though massive, they moved with eerie stealth. Instead of fire, they emitted a magical suppression field, weakening nearby spells and enchantments. They preferred deep marshes and vine-entangled caves, thriving in stillness and ambush.

cloaked in dark metallic scales etched with glowing runes. Jagged tusks and molten-gold breath marked

with chaotic energy. Limbless and wingless, they moved like living sandstorms, bringing storms and disorder in their wake. Their breath

Their forms constantly shifted in color and shape, shimmering with the full spectrum of light. Sometimes two-headed, sometimes endlessly long, they were unpredictable and dreamlike. These dragons slept beneath deep rivers, awakening only to feed or when disturbed. Masters of water and weather, their breath could summon rainfall. Not bred for war, Rainbow Dragons

types formed the extended family that now resided in Kvernheim, surrounding the sanctuary of Yggdrasil and coexisting under an ancient pact

Moon. Among the selected individuals were Erevan Brontes Lychos, the King of Werewolves, and Fiona Elizabeth Raynor

Erevan again in private. Her message was brief, but her tone implied urgency and

chamber provided by the

Lady Long," he said with

grand elder offered a curt nod in return. "Greetings, Lord Lychos. Let’s not waste time. I’m quite interested in knowing

Yggdrasil itself. If they could help you, I doubt you’d be offering up a priceless artifact that has remained hidden from even someone like me, the King of Werewolves. That tells me whatever afflicts your patient lies beyond the healing powers of both fairies and the World Tree. And as far

Elder studied him silently for a few seconds. "You assume

calmly. "You wouldn’t part with such a treasured heirloom unless the situation was desperate. Even I, a king, had never heard of that armour before today. That level of secrecy, combined with the value of the vest, implies it is your trump card... and

there was no anger in her expression... only recognition. "You are quite perceptive for a newly crowned king, Lord Erevan Brontes Lychos. I admire your

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you confirm that the ritual will indeed be attempted? I presume the ritual would

low-grade spirit crystals... I’ll

success, but I am confident that she can restore the soul. There may be side effects, like partial memory loss, and the ritual will