The dragon's harem

The dragon hunters jumped away from Arad, “What’s this thing doing? No dragon can puke so much blood!” The ranger screamed.

“This isn’t a normal dragon,” The warrior replied, “We hack at his scales until it dies, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Don’t be hasty. Let’s watch first and see what this dragon can do.” The swordsman took a stance.

“Are you saying we let it transform or whatever?” The ranger growled.

Ann shouted at them, “The swordsman is right. Don’t jump in blindly and get killed. The last thing we are losing one of you to recklessness.”

“Fighting a dragon is recklessness in its purest forms!” The ranger shouted back. “Unless we take risks, we won’t take it down.”

“My magic is weakening him. Give it time, and you’ll carve his scales while he’s alive.” Ann smiled, looking at Arad, who sat in his place, puking a flood of crimson blood.

[Blood Expansion:…]

Everyone froze as they sensed Arad’s draconic magic getting replaced by something else. A sinister stench of blood filled the air, the magic of a vampire lord.

[…: Blood Lake of the Spawns]

SPLAT! Arad’s blood exploded into an endless flood, more of it getting conjured by his draconic bones as his body sucked the labyrinth’s mana to fule himself.

Like a disease, every part of the labyrinth that his blood touched got infected, its mana melting into said blood and flowing back to Arad. So he could create more blood.

“The fucker had a second phase!” The ranger screamed, “I knew we should’ve interrupted his transformation!”

The entire labyrinth turned black, with each layer boiling with Arad’s blood, eating all the monsters conjured there and forcing them into servitude. An army of blood servants quickly marched up, thirsty for blood.

CLACK! A second pair of bat wings burst from Arad’s back as another pair of red eyes emerged on his forehead. A deep roar escaped his throat as he glared at the dragon hunters, “Cut them apart!”

From the blood, the spawns started emerging everywhere, rushing at the hunters with the weapons Arad kept in his stomach.

“Damn him!” The swordsman growled, jumping left and right, cutting several spawns with each swing. “That thing was a vampire all along? Our weapons were optimized for dragons, not blood-sucking-fiends.”

Ann lifted her staff, “I call forth a storm of thunder and lightning,” She shouted. [Lightning storm]

Black clouds emerged in the sky, crackling as the violent wind swept the spawns away, “Keep them at bay! I have anti-vampire magic as well,”

“You have?” The ranger looked at her with a smile, “Good, get it ready,”

“You don’t need to tell me,” Ann shouted back, “All of you, protect me while I chant it,”

BAM! Arad flew toward them, swinging his blood-drenched claws.

CLANG! The warrior blocked the attack with his shield, swinging his sword down and cutting one of Arad’s claws. .𝒎

“He doesn’t have his draconic toughness. We should be able to damage him with normal attacks. Hail down at him,” He cried.

CLACK! Arad’s claw instantly regenerated as he swung again.

CLANG! The swordsman deflected the attack and swung at Arad’s left front arm, severing it. “You’re soft but regenerate like hell,” He smiled, “Then all we do is keep slicing and dicing until her magic is ready,”

The tiger bit Arad by the tail and started pulling him back while the swordsman and warrior attacked from the front.

The ranger pulled some bombs from his pocket and started flinging them at Arad’s head, trying to distract him.

“Ann, hurry!” The swordsman shouted, “This thing can regenerate an arm in the blink of an eye!”

“You don’t have to scream!” She pointed her staff at Arad. “I call a restraining order, bound by blood, unleashed by the night, spawns of the hells begone, to endless wastes of hades, an endless agony.”

[Blood Bane]

ROAR! Arad roared, the flowing magic from Ann disturbing his vampiric curse, weakening it by hijacking the magic itself. Arad growled and grunted, taking a step back.

“It’s working, keep it up,” The ranger smiled.

“This thing is no joke,” Ann replied, “I’m using about 10% of Merlin’s magic to sustain the labyrinth in its destroyed state, 30% to stop his draconic powers, and now another 30% to suppress his vampiric powers. The last 30% is spread between you three.” She growled, “I can’t move, so go finish him quickly,”

“Got it!” The warrior smiled, “Merlin was always a powerful mistress to have.”

“Hold on,” The swordsman cracked his shoulders, “Would severing his head suffice?”

“It won’t cut him to pieces and burn it,” Ann grunted.

“We have no fire,”

“Just cut him, and I’ll release his draconic powers and then burn him before he can fight back. If he can do so as minced meat.” She added.

“We got it,” They jumped at Arad, swinging their blades at him one after the other, trying to finish him off.

Arad growled as they cut into his flesh, almost reaching his bones. The growls switched into a cry and slowly into a howl.

AAAAAAAAAAA! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

They gasped, sensing another magic gushing out of his body, and jumped away.

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Arad’s howl grew louder and louder, turning into a deafening screech.

“The fucking bastard!” The swordsman screamed.

Black for covered Arad’s body as a second tail emerged from his lower back. A second pair of arms emerged from his sides, with two golden eyes emerging on his cheek.

Wolf wears appeared beneath his horns as his claws turned into a shade of grey, growing longer as his stance changed.

“He’s getting bigger?!” The warrior gasped as he saw Arad almost grow to 1.5 of his original size. “Those are more muscles?”

Arad growled, smoke gushing out of his massive maw. BAM! He disappeared, and the warrior lifted his shield, barely blocking the claw attack at the last moment.

CLANG! The warrior got sent flying into the distance. Arad was already a muscular dragon, boasting a stunning physical might. But the wyrmwolf blood had put all of that into overdrive, forcing his body to grow more muscles, larger bones, and an even violent fighting style.

What is the difference between a human and a werewolf? That’s the same difference between Arad’s normal physical might, and him now as a wyrmwolf. A whole other league of raw violence.

BAM! BAM! “He’s fast!” The ranger screamed, “Get him!”

The tiger lunged forward, trying to catch Arad with a bite. A cat trying to catch a wolf would never end well.

CRACK! Arad bit the tiger on the face, lifting it into the sky and swinging it back at the dragon hunter.

The swordsman carried Ann and lunged away, and the ranger barely dodged himself.

CRACK! Arad smacked the tiger on the ground, chewing and swallowing its head. He then howled into the sky, his voice shaking the labyrinth.

The hunter were constructs, so the howl didn’t bother them, but Ann shat herself.

A werewolf’s howl is supposed to be heard, and tell everyone who hears it that they are about to be fed upon by the beast.

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