Dear Draco Novels & Stories

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

She questioned in a quivering voice, "W-what are you talking about?" Drake's demeanor has undergone a metamorphosis. "Bella, you are well aware of what I am speaking of. Please refrain from interfering with my decision-making processes or else I will send you to hell. Bella felt a lump in her throat and promptly swallowed it. "Drake, I have no idea what you're talking about," I exclaimed. She gave a shake of her head and was going to approach Drake when he intervened and said something.

“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.”

Then it moved his attention back to Minerva. Minerva then sighed in relief as the dragon pulled back from the balcony but was still staring at them. ‘Leave’ a voice rang inside Minerva's head as she winced in return. Vincent grabbed her shoulders quickly as she shook her head in dismay. “What is it? "Are you alright?” Vincent asked when he saw Minerva looking pale as a ghost. Minerva gaped at the dragon, then looked over her shoulder. “It could speak,” she breathed with a soft smile on her face.

“I know he does, Victoria… I mean your mother told me, but they aren’t on good terms, what about him?” “Father said that even though they aren’t on good terms, he’d avenge him if he ever found out that he was dead. Father told me to find him…to tell him…to get his help…he told m~” “W-We…Denae we don’t know how he looks, where he is or what’s his name…we won’t succeed, so just d~” “Draco…his name is Draco, but most people call him merciless, and his pack is located towards the south of here. I came this way to find him, but I ended up finding you. I’m going to find him, I have to find him.”

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

'Su-Aniftti' must mean 'Your Highness' in dragon tongue. "And we have, Ryle Thorntorpe, the shipping magnate of our group. He owns all of the luxury cruises you hear in the media, and I mean all. His company builds super yachts too. You can ask him one for your father’s birthday gift." I quickly shook my head and awkwardly smiled. “No thank you, but it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Thorntorpe.” He tipped his head full of beautiful golden locks and smiled at me. “Just Ryle, Su-Aniftti.”

"Didn't you trust me enough to tell me all this?" His red eyes never left mine as he got to my front. His skin, as white as snow, stood out in the darkness of the night, the lamps around gleaming their reflection through it. "You're gullible, Annalisa," he said with a huge smirk on his face. My heart dropped. "What do you mean, Alexander?" "Call me Dhruv. I hate to be called by a mere mortal name," he sighed, a victorious smile on his lips as he looked around the whole colosseum, one he had frozen in time. "In due time, all this would be under my rule."

Draco was upset. He couldn’t calm himself down anymore. This conversation with Lycus Lewis was so irritating for him. He still didn’t trust Lycus Lewis and thought this person lied to them. All he talked seemed like rubbish in Draco’s ear. “Stop rambling on, please. I hate hearing you talk beat around the bush. You've been talking about the great war earlier. Do you intend to slaughter me as the last dragon? Or maybe you want to become the strongest human and slaughter all non-humans in Magica?” snapped Draco impatiently as he pounded the table.

I grinned, I have killed a lot of people. “That would be his choice. He might not want this life,” Malachi answered Kiran. The voice of reason. “Who wouldn’t want this? The healing and everything that comes with it–” “Kiran, he’s been through a lot. I know you’re excited that we found him, but give it time,” Adara said. I finished up in the scullery and walked back to the table where they were all still seated and sat down next to Charlotte. “Feeling better?” Jessica asked and I nodded.