The dragon's harem

GRWA! The troll growled, pulling an arrow from his eyes.

Before his eye could heal, Aella fired another arrow, blinding him.

Alcott swung his great sword with one hand, slicing the grafted troll’s head. Blood splattered across the room, yet the monster’s body didn’t fall.

CRACK! The troll’s head popped back up immediately, “You annoying monster!” Alcott growled with a smile.

THUD! AWOOO! The other two werewolves leaped toward Alcott, their jaws drolling as their eyes flashed red.

ZIP! Jack rushed from the shadows, dragging a still wire ahead of the wolves and toppling them down. “Two gold coins. I better treat you gently.” He lifted his dagger, glaring at the wolves’ fur with an evil smile.

For a moment, the werewolves seemed to understand Jack’s motive as the fur on their back stood.

ZOM! Ginger swung her wand, lifting one of the werewolves and smacking him on the ground, “Don’t just sit there, move!” She shouted, looking toward Jack.

Jack yelled back, “Don’t damage their fur!”

“I don’t care about such low-level material. Don’t endanger yourself for a few coins!” Ginger yelled back, lifting the werewolves again and blasting them with lightning. They fell to the ground shaking a few meters back.

“A few coins to you, but it’s ten times what I’m carrying!” Jack tied his dagger with his steel wire and started spinning it. “Their fur is worth several upgrades that could save our lives in the future.” With a grin, he threw the dagger, catching one of the werewolves by the neck.

ZIN! Pulling the string, the dagger sliced the beast’s throat.

AWO! The werewolf howled, his neck regenerating. Jack leaped backward, and the werewolf charged at him, running on all four. “Damn it!”

Ginger was occupied by one, and so did Alcott and Aella.

Jack pulled his dagger, wishing to block at least one claw swing from the beast. Gulping, he knew it was a tall order with how short his blade was and how fast the werewolf was.

ROOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR! Arad roared on the other side of the room, blood dripping from his neck and front claws, looking at the ceiling with his purple-glowing eyes.

The werewolf stopped, glaring at his friend’s corpse and then at the bloodied Arad. He was the target when the dragon will attacks.

AWO! The werewolf turned tail and ran away, rushing toward the door, as far from Arad as he could.

“The dragon’s frightful presence?” Alcott stared at Arad with a smile, “You’re supposed to get it when you reach adulthood.” Ginger looked at him, puzzled.

[The dragon’s frightful presence is a weapon, as most people think. It’s a tool we use to establish dominance when mating, that is why dragons only get it after reaching adulthood.] Mom explained.

With how the void dragons evolved to mate, they are ready from the moment they hatched, and Arad could tap into his frightful presence.

When Aella pointed her bow at the grafted troll, attempting to use this chance to hit him one last time. She felt her knees start shaking, and she couldn’t aim well. Slowly, she could feel her focus weakening.

[Stop screaming! You will mess with Aella.] Mom warned Arad. [I will explain later. Don’t use the frightful presence unless you need to,]

[Void Step]

Arad teleported directly to the werewolf growling.

AWO! The werewolf howled, swinging his claw at Arad.

Arad deflected the attack with his wing and swung back with his claw.

The werewolf leaped back, running away. The beast didn’t want to fight. He wants to escape with his skin intact.

[Void Step]

Arad teleported to cut the werewolf’s escape route, standing in front of him. As the beast stopped, glaring at him in terror, Arad opened his jaw. ROAR!

A void breath blasted the werewolf, his skin tearing apart. But the beast regained his stance, deciding to die fighting.

The werewolf charged, running on all four with droll dripping from his mouth. AWO!

Arad leaped to the side, grabbing the wall with his claws and climbing like a lizard. Soon enough, Arad was hanging from the ceiling.

As the werewolf stared up, puzzled. Arad released his front claws, only hanging with his hind legs. ZON! The staff appeared out of nowhere in Arad’s jaw.

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Arad started blasting toward the werewolf with one hand and the grafted troll with the other. His flame stopped them from regenerating while burning them alive.

Alcott charged forward, swinging his sword with both hands and tearing the troll in half. With Arad’s flame burning him, the beast slowly died.

Ginger pointed her wand toward the werewolves, pulling them toward Alcott to slice them while Arad’s flame prevented them from regeneration.

As the monsters stopped moving, Aella looked toward everyone with a smile, “We won!” She shouted.

Arad, on the ceiling, looked down his vision blurring. His claws relaxed, and he fell headfirst.

“Chief!” Jack rushed toward him, seeing Arad’s body shift back to a humanoid shape, with him not moving a muscle.

“Is he all right?” Aella screamed, realizing that something was off.

“Damn it!” Ginger shouted, “The fuck, did he get bitten?” Alcott shouted.

“He did, and on the neck nonetheless. We have to get him to an alchemist as soon as possible.” Ginger turned Arad on his back and felt his forehead. He was burning.

“What is wrong? Is he just exhausted?” Aella asked, her eyes shaking.

“Those are Rabised werewolves.” Ginger flipped Arad again and checked the wounds on his neck, smelling the blood. “He got both rabies and Lycanthropy. Can dragons even get infected like this?”

“What should we do?” Jack asked, looking toward Arad.

“You go with Alcott and find the exit, now!” She shouted, and Alcott grabbed Jack by the arm, pulling him outside the room.

“I have a way to keep the Lycanthropy at bay, but not rabies.” Ginger opened her mouth, revealing her long fangs.

“You’re a…” Aella looked at her, biting Arad’s neck.

“Vampirism and Lycanthropy repel each other,” Ginger pulled her fangs from his neck.

“Giving him Vampirism should stop the progress of Lycanthropy. At least, until we find a cure.” Ginger said.

Aella lifted Arad on her back, “Should we follow them?” She looked toward the door where Jack and Alcott existed.

“Will he be fine?” Aella asked with a worried face.

“Will treat rabies first with medicine. Arad should be okay with a decent concoction from one of my friends. But, the Lycanthropy is a problem.” Ginger said with a sore face.

“There a cure to the curse, right?” Aella stared at her.

“There is, but it’s damn impossible to get. Alcott did that quest once, and it took him sixteen months to gather everything.”

“How did he survive the curse then?” Aella looked at her, hoping to hear some happy news.

“He didn’t. He did all of that while dealing with being a werewolf. I doubt that most people can keep their sanity with the curse.” But Ginger smiled, “He is a dragon. Let’s hope his blood is strong enough.” Betting in Arad’s draconic nature. ．

[Lycanthropy curse detected. Vampirism curse detected.]