Magnus DragonKing

The smoke of burning banners choked the Orion estate. For two grueling years, this territory had held out against the Dragon King. Now, defenses were shattered. King Vane had abandoned them. ​Magnus towered over the battlefield, raising his massive blade to deliver the final strike to the aging human knight, Sir Luther. ​Suddenly, a blinding flash of desperate mana warped the air, snatching the old knight away from death. Magnus turned. There she was. Duchess Yuko. The brilliant human who thwarted his armies for twenty-four months. She was on her knees, her mana completely hollowed out, tears of absolute frustration cutting through the soot on her pale cheeks. ​She looked defeated. But as she raised a glinting dagger to her throat, Magnus realized she wasn't surrendering. She was escaping. ​Their gazes locked. In that fraction of a second, the world stopped. A violent, ancient magic slammed into Magnus's chest. The bond. Three hundred years of waiting, and the soul his dragon roared for was this fragile, suicidal human. His fated mate. ​Horror iced his veins. Moving with impossible lightning speed, Magnus closed the distance. His large hand clamped over her wrist just as the steel prepared to bite. ​"Let go, you bastard! I refuse to be your captive!" she screamed, panicked. ​With a clever flick of her wrist, she dropped the blade, catching it instantly in her left hand to try again. But Magnus was a centuries-old predator. His other hand shot out, snatching her left wrist mid-air, crushing her hands together and forcing the blade away. ​A single drop of crimson blood trickled down her neck. He hauled her against his armored body, overpowering her exhausted struggles. ​"You will not die," Magnus snarled, his voice a dark rumble. He stared down at the thrashing human who now held his soul. "Your war is over, Yuko. And you belong to me now."