Table Of ContentDragon's Justice
B�uce Sentar
Copyright © 2021 by Bruce Sentar
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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the
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All entities in the story are figments of my imagination. Any relation or resemblance to actual
events or people is entirely coincidental.
Before you dive into it, this story is fiction geared towards adults and it may contain
elements not suitable for people under the age of 18.
There are sexual and harem elements. If that makes you uncomfortable, please turn back
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Contents
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
26. Chapter 26
27. Chapter 27
28. Chapter 28
29. Chapter 29
30. Chapter 30
Afterword
Also By
Chapter 1
H
ave you ever felt like there was something inside of you,
pushing your actions? A dormant beast so to speak. I know, it
sounds crazy.
But, that’s the best way I could describe how I’ve felt for a long
time. I thought it was normal, some animal part of the human brain
that lingered from evolution. But this is the story of how I learned I
wasn’t exactly human, and there was a world underneath our own
where all the things that go bump in the night live. And that my beast
was very real indeed.
It all started one day a few weeks into my junior year of college.
I was shuffling my notes into my bookbag after C302. Organic
chemistry was shaping up to be a tough one and had only covered a
week’s worth of material at that point.
The fold-up stadium seating was a chorus of noises as they
retracted and everyone hurried out of class. Feet pounded on the
cheap linoleum tiles that were white with black spatters to hide the
scuff marks that so commonly became part of the tiles.
I pushed all the scents and sounds to the background before the
herd of students overwhelmed my senses.
My professor didn’t seem to understand that computer models
took care of all the manual work he was demanding of us. Of course,
the fundamentals were important, but that’s what C301 covered. I
was so ready to move past the rote memorization to actually
applying the knowledge.
But I had already half-expected it the first time I had walked into
the room and saw the professor. Professor Finstein was a dinosaur,
and by the way he struggled with his power point slides, I had a
feeling he wasn’t really interested in teaching the applications of
digital models.
He had that vibe that he might even still use a slide rule to do his
math—I’m talking ancient.
As I finished stuffing the last of my things into my bookbag, I stood
up, a scent reaching me that once again stirred the beast inside me.
At least, that’s how I’d come to think about it. A redhead wearing a
tight Kappa Phi Alpha shirt walked past my aisle, and the beast
pulled my attention to her as he tried to take in her scent.
Taking a breath, making sure to do it through my mouth instead of
my nose to help avoid her wonderful cloves and vanilla scent, I made
sure to suppress the beast. I’d gotten a full scenting of her last week,
and it had taken me half the day to push the beast back down.
This jerk inside of me wasn’t going to get another whiff.
I wasn’t about to be some asshole that hit on her like all the other
guys around. People always talked before class, and I had heard
that the few that approached her would get shut down rather hard.
The beast growled, upset at my decision, but I just ignored it,
rolling my eyes. It wasn’t about to tell me what to do with my life. The
need began to weaken, and I shrugged the bag over my shoulder,
heading out. I’d gotten used to dealing with the beast.
My friends laughed it off and agreed about wanting to pounce on
some hot girl or deck a douche, but I never got the feeling they felt
as driven to actually do it as I had since adolescence. The beast
didn’t control me, but it was hard to ignore.
I had seen a doctor about it once, but they just wanted to put me
on meds that would put my whole life into a haze. They didn’t seem
to acknowledge the real problem, instead just wanting to turn me into
a pseudo zombie and call in the next patient.
It was a struggle, one that I kept quiet for the most part. However,
the beast, as I affectionately called my urges, didn’t like being quiet.
So it often left me wrestling it back down into submission to live my
life.
And while I controlled it for the most part, I still had to work with it if
I was going to finish out my degree and get into med school. It was a
balance between me and the beast.
My phone chirped, and I pulled it out.
MAN! Maddie agreed to go to the bar with us tonight. Please tell
me you can make it?
Frank, my roommate, and Maddie, our friend since freshman
orientation, were close to hitting it off. Frank had been wearing
Maddie down one almost-date at a time. They were the strangest of
pairs. Frank was a serial skirt chaser, and Maddie was a quiet nerd.
Yet he was Ahab and she was his white whale, and he was head
over heels for her.
I worried that Frank would move on in a heartbeat after finally
getting what he’d been chasing for nearly two years, but I tried to
leave my opinions at the door. It was their relationship.
I’d at least gotten better sleep while he’d been pursuing her in this
latest push. The walls were thin between our bedrooms.
Sure, Frankie. I just finished my last class for the day. See you at
the apartment.
I hit send and made my way through campus on the network of
cement sidewalks that cut through open lawns. The campus itself
was a verdant gem compared to the rest of Philly. The city skyline
loomed in the background, a churning leviathan of industry.
But the city and campus might as well have been two different
worlds, separated by nothing more than a street.
Our apartments were on the east side of campus, hugging the
business building. Overall, they were some of the newer buildings,
making them highly desired, especially by the business students.
It didn’t work as well for me since I was a pre-med student, but I
liked that it was on the quiet side of campus. The bar street was also
a straight shot through the campus on the west side. The science
buildings were near those bars. It was a nice perk after a late-night
test.
Weaving through the campus, I headed for home. Something
about wrapping up for the day and getting to let loose a bit added
some power into my stride as I dodged through the masses and
hustled downstairs.
The only warning I got was a wobbly shout and the slaps of bicycle
tires going down the steps behind me. I spun on one foot, dancing
out of the way just in time to get clipped by the handlebars as a bike
shot down right through where I’d just been standing.
The girl in front of me wasn’t nearly as lucky.
