Dear Draco Novels & Stories

She frowned, and Draco to recognized us. " Who are you ?" This polite question, I swallowed and looked at Draco. "Uhm, Nerissa and I are friends. I'm Draco, we'd like to talk to her ." Draco answered, the lady nodded and narrowed her eyes at us. " My niece is not here, and she has not said that she has a friend coming. She never mentioned to me that she has a friend like you." Draco and I both swallowed, because from her gentle face earlier, her facial expression was different.

As if he read my mind, he immediately realized and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Why don’t we get you back to your house so you could put on some clothes?” I didn’t know where this new niceness came from, but it was weird. I just couldn’t understand it. “What’s your name?” He asked while nudging me to move forward in the direction we came from. “Rissa.” I muttered. “Okay, Rissa. I’m Drax.”

Drezic growled. “He’s not eating properly. The doc says he is dehydrated and starving himself. Ben was given strict instructions on making him eat. Or he will be in the hospital again.” Brandon told him. “The doc knows him and says he will inform all dragons out there to help look for the golden dragon. Hopefully we can find someone that looks like the gold dragon and lure him back here with them.” “Gold is rare. The closest is yellow but Asrar wont be that dumb.” Drezic said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We just need a bit more time.”

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

The man who called himself Temujin gave a restrained, if awkward, bow in return. {Tell me, Temujin, what brings you to our home?} Aki kept up the calm crisis negotiation. {I, T-Temujin…} the red Slayer stuttered on the psychic plane, which almost made Aki smile. {…have come to warn the House of Stork of an impending attempt at the Egg of the Dragon God.}

“Far be it from me to judge another man,” Draco shrugs, “I’m sure he had his reasons.” Raven groans inwardly, clenching her fist hard. Frustrated. Draco replied to her so passively and his heartbeat was steady, no change, like he truly doesn’t know who the man is, as if he is speaking about a complete stranger and not himself. If her body, brain and heart do not remember him so well, she’d be convinced she got the wrong guy as he wants her to believe.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

“Dear Sire Grey, We hereby regret to inform you that your resignation as Sire from the Princeton lair has not been accepted as the dragon realms denied this request most vehemently. We are sure you understand that we cannot go against Typhon’s wishes and wish you a fruitful future. We also wish to inform you that no trial will be held, we are satisfied with your explanation and the outcome of it. Regards, The Illinois Elders.”