Black Draco Novels & Stories

“Let them panic. I want them to remember what it’s like when a snake crawls back into their garden.” --- Somewhere in a dark alley on the south end of the city, Clark stood in front of a broken mirror. He’d washed the blood off. Changed clothes. Looked... normal. But his eyes still burned with vengeance. He picked up the phone. Dialed a number from memory. “Yeah?” a deep voice answered. “It’s me,” Clark said. “Clark?” “You ready to finish what we started?” A pause. “Always.” Clark smiled. “Then let’s destroy William Dray.”

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

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.

From her statement, it seems she thought Drogo was a male dragon. "What?" She said looking confused. "Drogo is a female '' I said with a glare, Freya was taken aback. I wasn't surprised, she knew nothing about dragons, so she had no idea. "Drogo is a female dragon? " She shouted in horror, looking at me with disappointment. " Why on earth would you give a female dragon a masculine name? The name Drogo sounds manly" she said looking at me with disdain. Her words and actions rendered me speechless. " I heard that when a dragon is born you alone can give it its name. What were you thinking when you thought of Drogo?" She questioned. "Goodness! There better names " she said again.

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

"But I do not even know where to search for it." "This is your problem, princes. Your problem. All I have to say is that I will feed him whenever I remember. So, if you want him back alive, hurry up." and saying this, he begins to move away riding that dragon —flying, carrying my father in its' feet nails. "No, wait come back," I scream again but nothing. I feel my head spinning, and I grab it to make it stop, but it does not; everything around me starts making circles, screams piercing my ears, and then everything goes black.

In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well. I also notice a Latin inscription written around the frames, it’s the same as on the royal family crest but unfortunately, I do not know how to read it. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’ What could this mean? Did they have pets that were paired with them at birth maybe? Or is this something else?

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h