Draca From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

“Is meddling in their civil war a wise move? Isn’t it a waste of our resources to assist their refugees as well?” Draconia was an independent kingdom in the west, one of the few countries in all of Terran that was not under the great Volfenheim Empire or some other nation. It was a small continent, shaped like an enormous sleeping dragon, hence its name. Some believed it was an actual dragon that was in a deep slumber for such a long time, land formed and hid its scales, that once Mount Ormr, the colossal sleeping volcano of Draconia, erupts, the dragon will also wake and will consume the world. It was rich in every resource imaginable. Because of this, it was completely closed off to other

Drake came to a stop, turned his attention to Miren, and then nodded to indicate that she should continue speaking first. After a brief pause, Miren broke the silence with the following statement: “I and Kyra Morraco are related by blood. I am her daughter, my full name is Miren Morraco.” Drake's eyes lit up with a look of shock, and the hand that was hanging loosely from his side abruptly tightened. His judgment is very accurate, Kyra Morraco and Miren are mother and daughter together, and they have an extremely close relationship. If there is a mother, then there must also be a father, as a matter of course. Drake's anger erupted like a raging fire in his chest, and he asked Miren in a chi

I said to her as I walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug. "I know," she sighed and hugged me back. "Stay out of trouble, we'll be back late tonight," I said to her and Hannah. Jay and Thomas would lurk around the house until we got back home. "Where are you going?" Chris asked me. "The Drake most probably," I said and she nodded. The Drake was a dragonkin club that we owned. We were still underage so we always went in through the back door and drank in the basement where we also had illegal fights happening. The fights brought in big money and upstairs was the exclusive club that was a legitimate business.

go inside the hole. I closed the fridge and walked out of the office, I entered the office beside the first one I came out from. I rolled the rug away, revealing a round metallic cover, fixed to the ground. I took a knife which was on the table and hit the container, and it opened on its own accord. I returned the knife back to the table, it wasn't an ordinary knife, it's a knife I made myself. I walked into the opening and took the ladder till I came down into a well furnished apartments. I clapped my hands and the metallic cover closed up. "It feels good to be back", I said looking around. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Drake, a guys obsessed with wealth, power and techn

I cocked my head, now more confused than I was terrified. It flapped its massive wings and its long sharp tipped tail whished behind it. "Small." It said with a thick feminine voice that came out in layers. It raised a thick limb and a long claw came to view as it scratched its dark blue scales that sure as hell looked a lot like my ice. I blinked, remembering it had spoken. "Small? What is?" It dropped its claw and scraped the ground with it, causing a sound that made my ears want to bleed. "Puny. Human. Lesser Fae. Fae. Curse Luna. Kill Drakkon."

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

Tove asked. Sweetcheeks shrugged. "I don't know. Like I said, I've only known one other." I turned to Drace. "Do you have someone you trust who could share their information with us?" She nodded. "Yeah. But it will take him a hot minute to get here. He's in Ireland with my thunder." "Thunder?" Sweetcheeks asked. I was glad she asked first. I had no idea what Drace was talking about. "A thunder of dragons. Much like a herd of sheep or cattle. A murder of crows. The official name for a group of dragons." Drace smiled. "I can call him, have him start flying over."

"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."

I SEVENTEEN YEARS AFTER: “Grazzie Ella have you seen your brother, Drazzie Drae?”Draeko asked his daughter who was in their mansion’s living room, reading an English pocketbook. Grazzie became an avid fan of some famous writers whose genres are fantasy and paranormal, especially those werewolves, vampire, and dragon stories.

Every fire had a unique smell of the dragon and he may not know the smell of every dragon but he knew his uncle’s even when asleep. “It was all Vaerik’s doing” the name came out like a curse and Drake shook in disgust that that monster was biological related to him. Elaina didn't doubt him, it could only be him. How despicable could one be? Drake turned his gaze to the ruins and he said with tears streaming down his face like a waterfall, “They didn’t stand a chance even though I know they had put up a good fight. It was too unexpected, too well planned…,” he muttered.