Baron Draxum Rottmnt Novels & Stories

and I said, "Calm down, we need answers, you can get blood later." Drax looked at me and said, "Michael, before we go inside, did you ever meet Marcus before?" I said, "No, why did you ask?" Drax said, "From what I gather from Boar his beta, he said that you met him over a thousand years ago, played a game, or should I say, gambled and you sold your mate to him but he never figured out who you were, and let it be. He mated eventually, now that this mate is dead without an heir, he is here to collect on the deal you made." "Madness, I have never met him before and I didn't gamble, back then, I hardly left the castle because of my speech impediment, afraid of being bullied, remember? You and t

The man held his broken right arm with his left arm, as he crouched to the floor in intense pain. That was way easier than I imagined in my head. I never knew Drax had this much human fighting skills. The second guy jumped in and threw multiple punches at Drax which he blocked effortlessly. Then he sent a spinning hook kick flying towards Drax's face. Drax caught his leg in an instant, making him lose his balance, then Drax knocked him out with a powerful uppercut. With shock in his eyes, their leader grunted in anger. "Fools!" I heard him mutter after the last guy went down.

The rogue wolves, weakened and disoriented, struggled against the magical bindings that held them captive. Just as the trio began to believe they had turned the tide, a chilling laughter echoed through the trees. The sound was like ice water down their spines, and they turned to see Drax emerging from the shadows. His face was a twisted mask of malice, his eyes burning with a dark, malevolent fire. He stepped into the clearing, his presence casting a pall over the battlefield. "Well, well, well," Drax sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you, little Xienma. You've found your power, but it's too little, too late."

I picked up the wine glass and raised it before I sipped it. “Thank you, Alpha Lucius,” Ryden said respectfully. A small conversation started at the end of the table, and then Theia joined creating a little bit better ambience until the tension between the three of us disappeared into thin air. “Nice meat. What’s this?” Nora asked. “You might not gonna eat it if I tell you what it is. I’m Drak, by the way. I served as the Beta and head enforcer.” “Oh. Is it wild boar?”

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Despite the color of his hair, the man was young. "Who are you?" Droyn asked. He grabbed his sword and pulled it out. The man kept his eyes on the King. "I heard you talk and say the name of the princess of Myrthana, Ayla. I thought she was in Nordmar." Rhobart pushed the dagger into the man's neck a little more. "What's your name?" The man swallowed hard. "Drax." Rhobart's eyes went wide. "That Drax?" The man nodded. The King narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you are telling the truth?"

Draco is so angry, it is taking everything in me not to laugh. “What? Do you think I am a clown?” he roars, sending his lightings all over the place. At least this bubble seems to keep his lightnings out. “Not at all, powerful wizard of them all. I am just so intrigued by your might. Can you do it?” Xylon puffs up his ego and pleads. “Come on, you can grant me this witch before you roast us.” “Roast us? Seriously?” the Lycan king asks in disbelief while Carl bust out into laughter. I guess he could not suppress it anymore.

A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. "Let him watch," Drax growled. "I was going to send him another video, but a live performance is so much more... intimate." "Drax?" I whispered, my heart hammering. He didn't answer. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at the window. Then, he turned me around and shoved me against the glass, my hands pressing against the cold pane. He reached down and ripped my robe open, exposing my naked body to the street-and to Liam.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

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.