Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: The Cannibal

Jacob looked at the downed wyvern and asked Malia, ”Where did you find it?”

Malia said, ”We were flying above a massive, jagged mountain range, and that thing just appeared from it and started chasing Saphira.”

The wyvern struggled to rise, its massive body heaving. Green eyes blazing with fury, it turned its massive head toward them and roared—a sound so loud it shook the snow from the trees of the haunted forest. It tried to fly, but the membranes of its wings were burned by Saphira’s fire. It collapse back to the ground with a pained roar.

Allison said, ”It got defeated with only one fire breath from Saphira? I thought something this big would be much stronger and immune to fire.”

Jacob explained, ”It’s not that the wyvern isn’t strong. It’s Saphira that is too strong. She has sixty percent of my strength, remember? And her blue flame is insanely hot. The wyverns in this world aren’t immune to fire. Sure, they are draconic creatures and their bodies are naturally built to withstand extreme heat, but they have a heat resistance threshold. Saphira’s fire is way above what this big guy could resist.”

Malia said, ”Then what should we do with it? It’s too weak.”

Jacob said, ”I’ll make it my pet and give it a soul link with me. That way, it will get stronger. Not as strong as Saphira, but it will get stronger.”

Jon looked at Jacob. ”Are you sure that’s not one of Daenerys Targaryen’s dragons?”

Jacob said, ”I’m sure. Hers are too small. This one must be over two hundred years old to reach that size. It’s even bigger than Balerion the Black Dread.”

”I believe I know who that dragon is,” Samwell breathed, his eyes wide with absolute terror as he stared at the giant wyvern. ”That’s a ghost from a hundred and seventy years ago. From the Dance of the Dragons era.”

Jacob turned to him. ”Tell me more about it.”

”If I’m not wrong, that should be The Cannibal,” Samwell said. ”I read about him. He’s a wild dragon. A monster from Dragonstone!”

”The books describe him as black as coal, with scales like charred obsidian,” Samwell continued, his voice trembling. ”Unlike the Targaryen dragons, his eyes aren’t gold or red. They are green—the color of wildfire. Back during the civil war, he was already one of the largest dragons alive. And he got his name because he fed on his own kind. He would swoop down on Dragonstone to devour other dragons and their hatchlings, dragon eggs, and the carcasses of dead dragons.”

Jacob asked, ”When was he last seen?”

Samwell said, ”The last time anyone ever saw him was in the year 132 After the Conquest. It was during the sea funeral for Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake. The maesters wrote that as the fleet lowered the Lord’s body into the water, The Cannibal flew overhead one last time. Some said it was a final salute, but the Archmaester wrote that the beast was probably just looking for a corpse to eat.”

Samwell swallowed hard, looking at Jacob. ”After that funeral, he vanished completely from Dragonstone. The maesters thought he flew across the Narrow Sea to die, or starved to death when the other dragons went extinct. But apparently they were wrong... he’s been living and hiding in the far north beyond the Wall.”

Jacob dismounted Shadow and started walking toward The Cannibal.

The Cannibal saw Jacob approaching and let out a warning roar.

Jacob didn’t care and kept approaching until he stood a few feet away. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Cannibal opened his mouth and let out a blast of fire that swallowed Jacob and continued toward Allison and the others.

Jon and the others—who didn’t know about Jacob’s wives’ true powers—thought they were all going to burn to ash.

Sansa waved her hand and controlled the fire breath. She made it stop, scatter, and disappear.

Everyone except Malia, Allison, Lydia, Kitty, Stiles, and Arya were shocked. If not for the heat they were still feeling and the sweat on their foreheads, they would have thought they were just dreaming and there was never a dragon fire breath heading for them.

Sansa looked at Jon with a smirk and winked at him, then turned back to Jacob, who was still standing in front of The Cannibal—and not even his clothes were burned.

Surprise was visible in The Cannibal’s eyes to see Jacob safe and not burned. But when he saw Jacob take another step closer, his eyes flared with defiant rage again. He snapped his jaws at Jacob, trying to swallow him.

Jacob said, ”Enough.”

He waved his hand, using telekinesis. A telekinetic impact hit The Cannibal on the head, making his head crash into the frozen ground, creating a small crater.

Jacob’s eyes glowed red, and he released some of his dragon aura—not all of it, but enough to scare The Cannibal.

The Cannibal felt deep primal fear from the depths of his soul. But he still stared at Jacob stubbornly and let out a deep growl.

Jacob spoke in High Valyrian.

”Nyke Jacob,” he declared, his voice deep and monstrous, carrying across the frozen clearing like a war horn. ”Nyke issi zaldrīzes. Nyke issi aōha āeksio.”

(I am Jacob. I am a dragon. I am your master.)

The Cannibal seemed to understand what Jacob said and stopped growling.

Jacob stepped forward, placing his bare palm flat against The Cannibal’s snout. The Cannibal flinched but did not try to bite him.

”Dohaerās, Cannibal,” Jacob said with absolute authority. ”Dohaerās naejot nyke.”

(Serve, Cannibal. Serve me.)

The Cannibal kept staring at Jacob with his green eyes stubbornly despite his fear. But slowly, he lowered his head fully into the snow, his massive neck bowing in submission. His throat rumbled—not a growl, not a snarl, but a low, guttural sound of acceptance.

Jacob smiled and restrained his aura. ”I thought of a good name for you. Since you are known as The Cannibal, I’ll use ’kisās’—which means ’eat’ in High Valyrian—to name you. So your name will be Kisax... hm, that doesn’t sound good. How about Kisarax, which can be translated to ’The Devourer’? Yes, that sounds good. So from now on, you will be called Kisarax The Cannibal.”

Kisarax let out a soft roar, agreeing on the name.

Jacob said, ”Alright, I should heal you. But first, let’s make you truly mine.”

He reached out to the system. ’System, help me make a contract with Kisarax.’

A tattoo appeared on the palm of his right hand, glowing faintly red. He pressed his hand against Kisarax’s snout.

A red light spread from his palm and covered Kisarax’s entire head before it disappeared. A screen appeared before Jacob’s eyes.

[Contract Successful. Kisarax is now loyal to you, your wives, and people who share your soul bond. She will also grow stronger as you grow stronger, Host.]

’She?’

[Yes. She is a female. I read her memories just now. She is 320 years old. She has been living in a volcanic fissure deep in the Frostfangs after crossing the Wall years ago. Whenever she was hungry, she would hunt mammoths and snow bears, or go to the sea and hunt great walruses and whales.]

’Did you see any other living dragons in her memories? Does she have any kids or eggs?’

[No. She hasn’t seen another dragon since she crossed the Wall. And she never laid eggs.]

’I see.’

Jacob took out a Senzu Bean from his pocket dimension. He had already harvested forty Senzu Beans, kept ten, and planted the other thirty.

He said, ”Big girl, open your mouth.”

Now that she had a soul bond with him, Kisarax understood English. She opened her mouth, and Jacob threw the Senzu Bean in.

Kisarax swallowed. Within moments, her burns faded, her wounds closed, and soon she stood fully healed and let out a happy, loud roar.

Jacob took out an intact carcass of a Sker Buffalo. The carcass was huge, weighing approximately 48,500 pounds (22 metric tons). ”Kisarax, eat this. It’s better than any meat you’ve ever eaten before. Even dragons.”

Kisarax gave Jacob a skeptical look but still took a small bite of the Sker Buffalo—which was half of it. She chewed, and her eyes lit up. She swallowed quickly and ate the rest in one quick bite, then looked at Jacob with expectation.

Jacob sighed and took out two more Sker Buffalo carcasses. ”Eat slowly. I’m not giving you any more.”

He went back to Allison and the others, muttering about how expensive keeping Kisarax would be.

Kisarax ignored him and focused on the two carcasses, taking small bites and making sure to savor every bite.

Jacob got back on Shadow.

Lydia asked, ”Jay, what language were you speaking to Kisarax? That’s how you pronounce her name, right?”

Jacob nodded. ”Yes. And the language I was speaking is High Valyrian—the language spoken by the Targaryens and the nobility of old Valyria.”

Allison said, ”When did you learn it?”

Jacob said, ”From a scroll I got from... Nex.”

Lydia asked expectantly, ”Do you have any more scrolls?”

Jacob shook his head. ”No. I only had one, and I used it.”

Lydia said, ”Can you just ask Nex to give you more?”

Jacob said, ”I wish it worked that way. But she doesn’t give me what I want. She gives me random things and says it’s fun that way.”

Allison said, ”Nex is a she?”

Jacob smirked. ”Oh yes. She talks to me in a British accent, and she’s got a temper. I joked that I’d turn her into a woman and marry her someday. She gave me the silent treatment for two whole months.”

Allison said, ”Pervert.”

Lydia asked, ”Can we talk to her?”

Jacob shook his head. ”No. Not yet, at least.” He smiled. ”But maybe when she turns into a woman and becomes your sister.”

Stiles smirked. ”But what if she turned into a man instead? It would be great to see the look on your face when you realized that a man was living inside you the whole time.”

Jacob, who was laughing, stopped abruptly. He looked at Stiles and waved his hand.

Stiles flew toward Kisarax and landed on the Sker Buffalo carcass she was eating from.

Kisarax let out a loud, angry growl and opened her mouth. Stiles saw fire gathering in her throat.

He screamed and ran away. Kisarax shot a fire breath after him, which he managed to escape by jumping aside and barely avoiding getting burned.

He came running back to Jacob and stood in front of Shadow. ”Are you trying to kill me? Do you know how scary that new big lizard of yours is? I just made a jok...”

Jacob said, ”Shadow, burn his ass.”

Shadow opened his mouth and let out a fire breath that Stiles barely managed to escape again by diving out of the way.

Shadow turned his head to Stiles and was about to let out another fire breath, but Stiles said, ”Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I’m sure the Nexus stone will turn into a beautiful, mature woman! Can you please ask your horse to stop?”

Jacob said, ”Alright, Shadow, stop.”

Shadow stopped. Stiles got back on his horse, muttering under his breath about how Jacob couldn’t take a joke.

Allison said, ”Jay, what are you going to do with Kisarax? Is she going to follow us, or what?”

Jacob thought for a moment. ”I’ll send her to Serendell for now. I’m sure she’s going to love it there.”

Saphira said telepathically to Jacob, [I’ll be going back home too. I need to keep an eye on her. She’s a cannibal. She might try to eat the babies.]

Jacob looked at Saphira. ”No. She won’t harm them.”

Saphira said, [Still, I need to keep an eye on her.]

Saphira disappeared as she teleported back to Serendell.

Lydia looked at him. ”What did Saphira say?”

Jacob said, ”She said she wants to keep an eye on Kisarax. Saphira is afraid Kisarax might try to eat our little wyverns.”

Sansa said, ”I think Saphira is right. Is it really safe to let a cannibal wyvern live near the little ones?”

Jacob said, ”I said she won’t harm them.”

With that, Jacob teleported next to Kisarax, opened a portal to Serendell, and took her there. After telling her what she could eat and what she couldn’t, he came back, sat on Shadow, and said, ”Let’s go.”

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They rode for another hour, following the compass to Bran’s location.

Jacob stopped and said, ”Alright. It will take us days to reach Bran like this. So I’m going to teleport us there.”

Jon asked, ”Question. What does ’teleport’ mean?”

Jacob said, ”It means this.”

He wrapped everyone in his telekinesis and teleported them in the direction where the compass was pointing, deep into the haunted forest.

They appeared a hundred miles from where they were. Jacob looked at the compass again and teleported with everyone again. He did this three more times.

When he stopped, Jon, Edd, Samwell, Davos, Tormund, Osha, and Rickon—who had teleported for the first time—fell from their mounts, dizzy, and some of them started vomiting.

Stiles asked, ”Are we there yet?”

Jacob didn’t answer. He floated high in the air and saw a giant tree with red leaves on a snow-covered hill a few miles away.

Just then, a system window appeared in front of his eyes.

[Quest Available: The Three-Eyed Raven, Brynden Rivers—also known as Bloodraven—is a ruthless, power-hungry Targaryen bastard. He lured Bran north specifically because his own body was rotting away in a tree, and he needed a young, powerful skinchanger’s body to escape the cave and rule Westeros.

You can sign in after saving Bran Stark from being possessed by Bloodraven, Host.]

Jacob read the notification and thought, ’So Bloodraven really tricked Bran, stole his body, and won the Game of Thrones. Just like I always suspected—and a lot of other fans suspected too. At least that explains why Bran turned into an emotionless, heartless, creepy bastard.’ He paused. ’Too bad there’s no location sign-in.’

He landed and said, ”We’re almost there. We just need to tel—”

Jacob stopped. His eyes glowed red. He looked ahead, where an old man had appeared, standing there and looking at them.

His wives and Arya felt something too. Their eyes glowed, and they followed his gaze and saw the old man as well.

Sansa asked, ”Who is the old man?”

Arya said, ”I don’t like him.”

Stiles looked around, confused. ”What old man? I don’t see anything.”

Jacob said, ”Not good.” Then, he said telepathically to Lydia, [Lydia. Attack the old man with a spiritual attack. Hurry.]

Lydia teleported and appeared next to the old man. Her hair turned white, and her eyes were glowing white. She opened her mouth and let out a scream that caught the old man off guard, making him clutch his head in pain. Then he turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Lydia looked at Jacob. ”What is going on? Who was the old man?”

Jacob said, ”The old man is the Three-Eyed Raven. Since he realized we can see him while he’s projected in that astral, greenseeing state, he knows we’re a threat. That means he’s going to hurry. He’ll try to take over Bran’s body before we can reach them.”

Arya said, ”What? Then we should hurry!”

Jacob said, ”Relax. We still have time. He just got hit by Lydia’s attack. Her scream doesn’t just rely on physical sound waves or ear-splitting volume—it directly targets and disrupts the opponent’s spirit. I’m sure he’s in a lot of pain right now, especially since he was hit while in his astral state.”

Then Jacob wrapped them again in his telekinesis and teleported with everyone outside the cave of the Three-Eyed Raven.

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Moments Earlier — Inside the Cave

The Three-Eyed Raven—Bloodraven—was warging, his eyes empty and white. Suddenly, he screamed in pain, scarring Bran, Meera, Hodor, Bran’s wolf Summer, and Leaf and the other Children of the Forest.

Leaf approached Bloodraven and asked, ”What’s wrong?”

Bloodraven fought the pain, blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and ears. ”S-some powerful... people... are here...”

Leaf asked, ”Powerful people? Who are they?”

Bloodraven knew Sansa, Arya, Jon, and the others from the Game of Thrones world—but Jacob and his people were strangers to him. He didn’t want to reveal that the Starks were there in front of Bran, so he lied. He coughed. ”I-I don’t... know... I’ve... never seen them... be... cough, cough... before. Go stop them. I need... to help B-Bran become me.”

Leaf turned to the other Children. ”Defend the cave. Do not let anyone pass.”

The Children of the Forest moved to the entrance, their obsidian weapons gleaming in the dim light.

To be continued... 😊

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