Blue Draco Novels & Stories

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

I watch as Davin climbs into his massive shoulders as they both set off back into the dark skies that are still steadily creeping closer to the castle. I watch in awe as the three new dragons glide gracefully into the clouds, the sky lights up with an array of colours, I see the red hot flames from the mighty dragons, joining with the blue lightening of the Gods magical powers. Right before our eyes, we watch as a miracle begins to happen, and the dark clouds begin to disappear until there's nothing left but the clear blue skies of Altundral looking out onto the crystal blue sea. Derriel drops his shoulders as he finally releases the shield, he falls to the floor, exhausted.

"Which makes them —" "Do not finish that sentence," Draco said. "Nephew or niece," Rocco said. "Rocco —" "By blood and by decision," Rocco said. "It's decided." Draco looked at the sky. At the mortal sky. At the specific, finite, completely extraordinary sky above the training yard of his home. He was mortal. He had a brother who was going to teach his child four second eye contact. He had a mate who was going to call him her sweet baby boy in front of everyone for the rest of his mortal life.

Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another. Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he.

Frost asked, mocking Darick. “Let him finish,” Gael groaned in displeased. “She let someone made it as a tribute to her son Alexie, and now is displayed at the Museum of Virginia or maybe someone had destroyed it.” Darick shrugged. "Whatever." “And?” Iris asked. “This.” Darick opened the silverwork and showed the rectangular-shaped blue stone in his palm. “That’s it?” I asked. “There is something more.” The excitement in his voice was palpable. “Cut the crap. Tell us what’s so important in that pendant, small D,” Frost snickered.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

On top of the dragon's imposing head, a man was wearing a black cloak and a hood that looked more imposing than the kings of the magical world. "Ariet, are you satisfied now?" the deep voice from the blond man asked, the sharp eyes stare the hood man. The hood covered almost all faces, just could be seen the beautiful fox eyes with his gorgeous deep blue iris. The hooded man didn't say anything, just threw an item at the blond man, soon after he left with his dragon. The blond man had an incomparably unhappy look on his face; He grabbed the eternal life chalice or Saint Grail. The chalice was very simple, nothing too refined. Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man ha

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Yes, the colors fit for a king. The Draco roared once more as the colors surrounded its body, slowly changing it to a more regal and terrifying form. Eventually, the dust settles and the Draco’s soul successfully fuses with the psion stone. Looking truly magnificent, the Draco looks at David, who’s managed to force himself to stand. He was swaying from all of the pain that he was suffering. The Draco snorted. An appearance befitting for one who challenged the one true king of the forest. David glared at the Draco. He was in pain and too tired for all the shit that was happening around him.

“I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …” A sparkle of light caught the corner of his vision. Arth turned and he spotted a glowing sphere from the dragon’s mouth. He smiled sadly when he realized it was the core of Draphiron. It had the same size of an eyeball, glowing in blue as the color of S-class beasts. Arth wiped his tears and reached for the dragon’s mouth to get the core. But then, as he touched the blue orb, it suddenly flashed, blinding Arth’s eyes.