Baron Draxum Rottmnt Novels & Stories

The Council always tried to hide them after. The bond tugged suddenly. Harder this time. Drax was moving closer in his mind. His steps felt different through the thread. Not angry. Not fast. Slow and heavy. Then Drax’s voice came from the trees. Alone. No army. “Elora.” He stepped out into the clearing. He looked nothing like the Alpha King I had seen before. His clothes stayed torn and dirty. His face stayed pale and tired. His eyes stayed red like he had not slept in days.

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?"

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

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.”