Baron Draxum Romane & Geschichten

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.

“But hers burns them.” "But isn't that an understatement? He is a dragon after, all of them can wield flames of destruction, although the intensity and endurance can differ. He is also called 'Merciless', that isn't a title that comes by just being a side kick as a dragon" the one called Baron Kuck pointed out. “And yet,” said the hunter softly, “she’s the one they fear.” Someone laughed nervously. “Well, she is vicious after all" The room went still again. Outside, a faint glow rose on the horizon—the kind of glow that turned night into day.

One very uncomfortable truth hung between us. He didn’t offer a seatand I didn’t take one. Arx regarded me with the kind of stillness only a vampire could manage—predator patience wrapped in perfect posture. “Mr. Draxmere,” he said, voice smooth as frostbite. “I trust the dorms haven’t been too… uncivilized.” “They’re tolerable,” I said. “Runebound wolves mostly just glare. Haven’t tried to piss on my bed yet, so that’s a win.”

His voice dripped with disdain, fury igniting in his eyes. With a gesture, Drax summoned forth a colossal beast from the dark portal—a creature that towered over the battlefield, its body a mass of shadow and muscle, eyes glowing like molten fire. This new threat was a monolithic embodiment of dread, and as it emerged, the very earth trembled beneath its weight. Xienma’s heart raced, but she stood her ground, embracing the power flowing through her. “We’ll face it together!” she shouted to Cassie and Xavier, rallying her friends.

It was a tentative touch, respectful and careful, as if he were checking to see if I was made of glass. "Open your eyes, child," he said softly. I forced my eyes open. He was studying my face, searching my features as if looking for a ghost. "Who are you?" I croaked. My voice sounded like grinding stones. "I am Commander Drax," he said. "I serve the Onyx Throne. I am the head of the Royal Guard." Royal Guard?

He knew he couldn’t defeat the Leviathan but he needed to try and save the humans. In the underground city, he was still weak and his dragon wasn’t responding to him at all. Then suddenly he heard the dragon warriors call and Drax burst through the mental cage. The need to protect the Trifecta Bohoja provided him with the power he needed. He has never felt as powerful as he did now. He knew he would have to find the Trifecta Bohoja. He could feel the connection to them and knew that they were close. So as soon as he got his friends to safety he would leave and find those he was charged with protecting for hundreds of years.

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself. I go back inside and walk into my private bathroom as everything starts to weigh on my mind. I'm human..I think..but I'm immortal. I can see and communicate with souls. I have visions of a past that I can't remember. I dream about this past often, if one can call it a dream because it feels so real down to every last detail. I see the same face of a man at least once in each vision though I have no clue who he is or what we have in common. I heal faster than a normal person. A wound takes hours to

I stated as he looked at me for a second. The door of the cabin opened as Abhinn looked at both of us, “what happened?” He asked. “Umm… Her father’s backbone has a fracture, she needs to leave early today,” He summarized my words in his own before presenting them to Abhinn. “Oh… umm, sure,” Abhinn said as she looked over at Dinesh.