Black Draco Novels & Stories

“That’s the entire story.” Cobalt said as she swallowed an entire fish whole. Cobalt had just finished telling Matthew of the fight between the Scarlett King and the Kraken. “Just like that?” Matthew thought it was rather easy. “Well, Kraken mostly does mental attacks and does not specialise in offence, and against the Scarlett King, she couldn’t do much. Fighting that monster is almost impossible to win. Draco would know.” “Indeed. His ability to use both astra and magic is amazing on top of his intelligence. Although I was confident that my strength was greater, he managed to catch me off guard.” Draco said.

“So, may I know the reason behind the abrupt visit, Lord Draco?” “Lord Draco? Don’t make me laugh.” “Forgive me,” Ferdinand nodded apologetically. “What do you wish to know upon this unanticipated visit, Lord Grey Dragon?” To dragons, their body's color was the brand that they carried for life. It was especially convenient for him. As the grey was closer to black, Draco had pride in it. “I heard you steal something fun.”

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

Delcy remained where she was, silent. Draco’s rage was only partially unleashed. He was still showing mercy by not having Elsa and Delcy torn apart on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to feed them to his lion. But all his anger was held back because of Luna. He cared deeply about her feelings. If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t even listen to the pleas of these two vile women. “Nigel, release Samson,” Draco ordered firmly. Samson was Draco’s male lion—a magnificent and terrifying beast. Anyone who saw him would be paralyzed with fear.

Arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes unreadable as he looked between Drake and I. I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, along with his friends. Giving in, I looked over at the two of them. Drake’s eyes weren’t the normal forest green that I was used to. Instead, they were coal-black and I could see the struggle on him that I had seen on the faces of my mates before. His eyes were glued to the claiming bites that littered my body. My boss was pissed. The dark-haired man beside him looked between the two of us before his hand shot out. Resting on Drake’s arm, seeming to remind him of what was going on.

It was a sigil. Round, but malformed. Spilling out into writing I didn’t know, splintered by decay. At the center was a symbol that crawled at something deep in my neck, two dragons, one consuming the other, locked in an endless cycle of blooming thorns. I didn’t know it. But I knew it. Knew it by memory stolen from my bones. “Draven.” His boots were by my side before my boots touched the ground. He didn’t ask what I had discovered. Didn’t need to. He stared.