Black Draco Novels & Stories

“Alright. But Silas… the children… I need to be sure they’re protected. I can’t fail them.” “You won’t fail,” he replied. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Finish the journal. Learn what you need. We’ll end this together.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. My hands were steady now, my resolve hardening like steel. I returned to the journal, whispering under my breath as I read the dark truths. Draco’s origins, his obsession, the cursed lineage tied to Bianca Weller, all of it now clear. We know the anchors. We know his weakness. And we’ll destroy him.

and I stopped him and said, "I am mated to you, I never stopped loving you, I nor Lora could ever get over you and we couldn't wait to die to be with you, but you came back saving us the trouble and we will be in this together for as long as the moon goddess wants us here." We entered his penthouse and Drax's eyes glazed over feeling pain, I knew something was wrong he grabbed my hand and we were back at my old pack and saw the rogues attacking. Lora linked us and said, "I feel the pain, something is wrong with our baby," and Drax said, "Where is Rikaa, Lora?" She said, "With Cam," and we changed into our wolves fighting the rogues, I linked Carl and he said, "Rikaa is dying, she has been at

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

"They sound really powerful." "They are. It's why the royal family are normally all pink eye dragons." I suddenly realised that I still didn't know who this man was, "Oh, I forgot to ask your name." He smiled and said, "Cyprus." "Can you tell us why we were drawn towards this place?"

This can only be Drakon, even though Tahr swore his uncle was dead. I'm not sure what I expect-Drakon to talk first, ask where Tahr is, or challenge me. He does none of those. The impact of his body sends me backward and we fall inside the tower. He's much larger than I am and he doesn't let go. I can't help thinking that the silver of his eyes is so much like Tahr's. We're spinning and falling, heading to the hard stone floor below. The nest thankfully isn't in our path.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

He whispered back. Lily and I moved backwards a little and hid behind a car. There was no way I was going to leave him there. We hid behind the car and watched. "You've made a terrible mistake, young man." The leader of the thugs chuckled proudly. "Guys... Teach him a lesson." He commanded to two other men. They approached Drax slowly, and with so much confidence, they couldn't have expected what was coming to them. Drax was clearly bigger than them, and more muscular too. Of course he was... He's an alpha. He's definitely much more stronger than them too. As a human, and most especially as a wolf.