Blue Draco Novels & Stories

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

I refused to answer before flying off, I was pissed and never wanted anything to do with that mutt again. Drax remained in my kingdom for three more weeks, he refused to go back not wanting to look broken in front of his friends so we let him stay. Ty went back giving him the space that he needed and informing Aidan that he would be out for a few weeks, Ty did Drax's job in the kingdom for a while. My father was meeting a Beta out on business for his Alpha and had his daughter with him who was training to be the pack's first female Beta in case anything was to happen to her brother, her name was Lora Britley and her family was wealthy. Drax was invited to attend the dinner and as soon as he

Isolde peered down at the grounds, trying to see if she'd find Carldo, but instead she found her enemy, Draco. He stood high and mighty, addressing a group of males who knelt before him, covered with bruises. Isolde took that moment to study Draco's features. He had a well-proportioned body, easily the hottest she had seen in Abbator. This morning, his long, dark hair was curled and tied at the nape of his neck, leaving a few fringes on his forehead. He was nearly seven feet tall, the tallest male she'd ever seen. Though she wasn't close to him now, she could feel his aura, the power that floated from his being.

I contemplated for a moment, only interrupted by Raja's voice. 'That is a dragon's growl, my lady.' "A dragon?" I voices out absentmindedly when I was just supposed to talk with Raja in my mind. "A dragon?" Prince Evan and Prince David echoed my question, they were looking at me now. "Yes. That must be the dragon of the magical healer," Demitri answered. "The question is, what kind of dragon is it, so we would know what attack should we expect." 'He's not my kind. He's a blue dragon. The kind who has the ability to manipulate heavenly elements such as lightning,' Raja informed.

Light flashed on the surface he had stood on. Arth watched in amazement as a large snowflake symbol flashed and glowed on the floor. “What is this … power?” “Wrath of the Blue Dragon,” General Edric called. The snowflake he stood on flashed once again, but this time, blasting out a blue beam above, devouring him with intense light energies.

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

He wanted nothing more than to rip Max’s hand away and tear him apart, but he forced himself to stay calm and stormed off toward Olivia’s room instead, determined to uncover the truth. Dragon pushed open the door to Olivia’s room with force, stepping inside with an expression as stormy as his presence. His sharp blue eyes, cold as ice, seemed to pierce through the dim light. His jet-black hair fell across his forehead like a curtain, concealing the volcano of suppressed emotions raging within. Olivia stood by the window, her rigid posture emanating bitterness and resentment. Upon hearing the door slam shut, she turned slowly, one arched brow signaling a silent challenge.

But under the given circumstances, it was hard for him to control his impulses and wait for help to arrive. In five minutes, Dom heard a loud 'Thump, Thumps' on the beach outside and ear-piercing screeches. His fellow dragons had finally come to the rescue. Desperate, he ran outside and called out to Mage Master, who was riding the beta Dragon, a ginormous blue-black scaled flying lizard of legends.

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m