Baron Draxum Novels & Stories

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

“You have no right to insult me or my pack!” Sabrina threw her head back laughing, the sound grating against my nerves. “Pack? What pack? You’re not only an Alpha without a pack, but worse, you’re an Alpha who was kicked out by his own pack and declared a rogue! You have nowhere to go than back to that little human of yours who can only provide you with material things. So what if you mate with her? What can she offer you, Axton?”

His eyes were the deepest shade of green and they were staring right at me. I don't know how I haven't passed out yet. "Hello there, gorgeous. My name is Azza but Xander calls me Az." He smirked when Alexander shot him a glare. He seemed to have a thick accent and I couldn't tell where it was from. Probably hell. Unironically. He extended his hand for me to shake. "What are you?" I asked him while looking at his black wings with awe. Is he a fallen angel like Alexander? I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol.

Also even when he saw Draco for first time in his royal conference, he knew instantly that Draco was dragon, because of which he trapped Draco and us to lead to his chamber, from where he then successfully capture Draco, Jamerian Borg was planning on using Draco dragon power to improve his living year, however his motive was destroyed by us. King Jamerian Borg and all rulers after him were considered as good King, however only his son and now we know how ruthless and evil person he was; who didn’t even spared his own children in front of his greed to live forever. I felt nothing but disgust after concluding this truth about late king however my body and mind was already to sour to express my

A battered iron cart rolled around the corner, and Draxen stepped out, his scarred head completely bare and his mismatched armor hanging loosely over his massive frame. "Look at the pretty little omega," Draxen leered, his yellow eyes tracking the sway of Michaels' hips. "Did the supreme leader give you a good breeding before he sent you out to buy your freedom?" "Here is the silver, Draxen," Michaels spat, hurling the heavy satchel at the enforcer's feet. "No formal greeting for an old friend?" "Count the bars and send the confirmation rune to Varek Grimclaw immediately," Michaels demanded, his claws extending slightly as his inner wolf bristled with aggression.

faces, dossiers, crime scenes, each a monster in its own right. “Diovolo Castellano,” Salvatore said first. A handsome man with sharp eyes and an arrogant smile filled the frame. “Daemon Castellano.” A taller, broad-shouldered figure with a scar running down his cheek stared back. “Draven Castellano.” The youngest, almost ethereal, his beauty is a dangerous bloom. Then finally... the last image appeared, and my breath caught. Draco Castellano. The man from outside the cathedral. Sharp features. Dark eyes. An expression devoid of warmth. He looked terrifyingly emotionless in the photograph. A king raised inside violence.