Baron Draxum Novels & Stories

she chuckled. “Your highness, shall we go?” Boulvar asked Xander. “Let’s wait for Dorin so we can all go back to the dorms together,” he replied, watched Dorin and Pan Phineas at the end of the room. “In the mean time, Johan, can you introduce me to Lord Ombra? Can you tell me where he came from?” “Oh, he’s that adult dragon I told you about,” Johan answered. “A-a real... you mean... a true, honest to goodness, grown up dragon just like Dagon?!” he asked excitedly.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

One coiled protectively around a wolf pup, its massive head bent low as if whispering secrets. My fingers itched to touch the paint. "Beautiful, aren't they?" I whirled, my back hitting the wall with a thud that sent dust swirling. The man in the doorway didn't move. Violet robes pooled around him like spilled wine, the gold embroidery catching the moonlight in fleeting glints. His cane—polished black wood topped with a silver wolf's head—tapped once against the stone. Vanquise. The Alpha's shadow. The mouth in the ear of the past Alpha. The rumored architect of the Purge. The man who'd walked out of dragonfire with half his body burned away.

The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside. The only time you could see an emotion on his face was when he was watching some of the men in the base torture people who had betrayed him or he was doing the torture himself. But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

His blood boiled for retribution, allowing no room for diversion or restraint. Meanwhile, Drax lay in the throes of indulgence, ensconced in the comforts of his bed, flanked by two companions. Their moment of pleasure was shattered by frantic knocks and commotion outside. Drax, alarmed, donned his navy-blue robe and peered out the window, his brow furrowed at the sight of his fallen men. Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf.