Daroach Kirby Novels & Stories

Darryl was speechless, so he stood there helplessly. That Fiend Martyr was far too powerful. He had retracted the aura of the power of the Bird Ancestor, and she could still sense it. "Alright!" Darryl had no choice but to come clean. "Pretty lady… I mean, Honorable Lady, you sure have a good eye. That's right. I'm Darryl Darby. You got me. I'd like to say beforehand, though, that I have no interest in being part of the war between the fiend race and the Godly Region. Also, I'm only heavily injured because Grunt ambushed me."

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

I lace our fingers together and lead her toward the doors, her palm warm and slightly damp in mine. *** The stone circle hasn’t moved in five hundred years. Maddox checked the maps. I don’t care about vampire witch rituals. I hate what humans did to us. Vampires? I loathe them. “They’re here,” Ryker growls. Darius Lazar steps out from the treeline like the night belongs to him. Mid-forties, salt-and-pepper hair, eyes that have seen too much. He smiles like we’re old friends. “Kieran Byrne. Mother’s temper, father’s smile. Though he smiled less.”

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.

Something he could definitely learn to do. We decided to stay for a little longer so I could spend time with my parents. Kiran was off in the distance talking with Dex and Ash. They all seemed to be hitting it off well. At one point. They started showing each what they could do I guess, because Kiran's arms were on fire while water was wrapped around Dex's arms. Ash was covered in scales, showing us all he was a hybrid. A wolf and a dragon, so that must mean that Ember is the same.

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.