Twin Dragons: Dragon Lords of Valdier Book 7 Read Free

their father had told them the legends of a warrior
one day earning the right to be blessed with finding his true mate.
Now, he realized that was all it was… stories.
    “We will die in battle,” Calo agreed,
watching as their father’s symbiot healed him. “Or we will take
each other’s life before we hurt another.”
     

Chapter 2
    Two Centuries later:
    The Asteroid Prison known as Hell
    Cree wiped the blood from his face. He nodded
to his brother. The Great War had been going on for too long, but
there was finally hope. He, Calo, Prince Creon Reykill of Valdier,
and the Sarafin King, Vox d’Rojah, were on a mission to rescue the
Curizan Prince, Ha’ven Ha’darra who had been kidnapped in a bid to
prolong the conflict. The traitors hoped to blame the Valdier and
Sarafin for the act. Only this time, it wouldn’t work.
    “Kill them all,” Creon ordered as he stepped
over the body of a Valdier traitor. “Ha’ven should be in one of the
cells. We need to find him before re-enforcements arrive.”
    Cree nodded before he froze as his dragon
growled in warning. His eyes darkened and a snarl curled his lip.
Calo felt the threat, as well. More traitors were coming.
    “Go, my Prince,” Calo growled under his
breath, glancing in warning at Vox. “Cree and I will make sure that
no traitors live. You and… King d’Rojah find the Curizan and get
him out of here.”
    Creon noted Calo’s hesitancy when he
mentioned the Sarafin King. Vox was coated in the blood of the men
they had just fought. He knew it would take time for his people to
learn to trust the Sarafin and Curizan again.
    His partnership with their former enemies
was still new to him, but he knew who the true enemy was now. He
had discovered the depth of the deceit and betrayal from his
ex-lover who had sold her soul for power. He had wrung every
betrayal from her before he killed her. Even so, his own soul was
now as black as his dragon. If Ha’ven was dead, it would prove that
there was no saving him from the darkness inside him.
    Creon nodded before he called out to Vox.
“There is only one more level. Cree and Calo will make sure no one
else gets through.”
    Vox shook for a moment before he shifted
back into his two-legged form. His eyes ran over the two identical
looking men. He had a better appreciation for their skill after
this mission. They had taken out three times as many traitors as
the rest of them put together.
    “Make sure they don’t kill any of my men,”
Vox warned. “My warship should arrive at any moment.”
    “You’d better order them to stay out of our
way,” Cree grinned, fingering the knife at his waist. “Especially
Viper. I owe him one.”
    Vox’s eyes narrowed at the underlying
threat. A low rumble shook his chest as he sensed the danger to his
younger brother. There was no love lost between the three species
after a century of fighting.
    “Be careful, dragon,” Vox warned. “I could
use new curtains for my windows. You and your brother are about the
right color in your dragon form.”
    Cree began to shift when he felt Calo’s hand
on his arm. A slight shake of Calo’s head and a glance at the door
told him that now was not the time to challenge the young King.
Instead, Calo pulled the knife from his waist and pointed it at Vox
for a moment before he turned and followed his brother out of the
room.
    “They should be caged,” Vox comment to Creon
as he watched the twins leave. “They are just shy of being insane.
Especially the one known as Cree.”
    Creon glanced from Vox to the empty doorway
before he turned. He had felt the darkness in the brothers as well.
That was why he had them with him. They were the deadliest warriors
he had.
    When they appeared at the beginning of the
Great War and offered their allegiance to the Royal family, he had
eagerly accepted their services. He knew the legend of the Twin
Dragons. He knew they expected to die in battle. It would not be
against the Sarafin or Curizan now. It would