Blue Draco Novels & Stories

"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."

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

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?

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th