Baron Draxum Rottmnt Novels & Stories

He was just as proud as I was. There was silence in the arena as Beast moved towards us. Everyone watched with bated breath as Krostafar’s blood dripped from Beast’s snout, while Beast had his eyes on me. I stood up and reached out to touch the bloody snout. He closed his eyes and growled lightly. “I’m proud of you Clayton Beast Draxlar, son of Hunter Draxlar, future King of the Lycan Kingdom and Prince of Draxlar, realm of the strongest Dragons in the universe.”

He cooed and let go of my shoulders, gently and slowly. "Leave her Tymon. She's mine." The strange man, Tymon, raised his hands in the air in a feigned surrender. "That is no way to greet a friend, Dragggyyyyyy." He drawled on the last word. Dragy? What was that? Zephyros growled behind me and i was forced to turn around. "Tym!"Vivi squealed.

You have no idea the monster you've awakened within me, Draken Zolotov. ***

I said to my sister she screeched and turned back below the clouds. "Drax it’s time to stop fucking playing with him drag his ass back down by his tail. You know what will happen if we grab his tail. He will kill us.” Drax said cautiously. “Yea he can try but hopefully Nix can get the disc on him before he catches us.” I said to Drax who let out a loud screech as he flapped his huge wings, coming within reach of Lynx and bit down on his tail pulling as hard as he could throwing him downwards into the air hoping he fall far enough so Nix can place the disc on him before he recovers and come to kill me.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

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.

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‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face ‘AAAAAHhgggg…..…… AAAAAHhgggg …..’ Marduktema roared and pulled her both hands up and showed his blade sharp elongated disgusting finger nails, she opened her mouth equal to my entire arm and gave out a loud roar ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg…..’ and immediately marched towards Draco who himself was having killing intention in his eyes.