Draca From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me. Dalia, his sister, was a younger image of her mom; she looked 18, and also her husband, Beta Amir Grage, was considered the third leader of the pack. He had short, wavy brunette hair and eyes that make you think of the clear blue sky whenever you look at them. As I extend a hand to lastly shake Dalia. She spoke out angrily, "I can't pretend anymore, Mom, knowing Connor's stupid action is endangering our pack."

Celea said while looking at Draco with her scary golden eyes * gulp* Draco got scared so he nodded and ate the vegetables Celea put a smirk on her face " good boy" *** *sight* " you morons!" Celea was screaming at 7 years olds Azar and Draco who had shifted into their dragon form " Do you have an identify crises? do you think you are some mosquitos? go fly outside not in the house" exclaimed Celea while looking up at them " oh I see how it is, you are choosing the harsh way" Celea now was smiling mischievously wich gave the boys goosebumps Celea opens the window with her telekinesis than looks at the two troublemakers, mischive never letting her face and she than threw them out the window al

Face sharp, her Eyes sharper. Helena Dray turned slowly, eyes scanning Kate from head to toe like she was some dirty shoe dragged across marble. “So you’re the one,” she said. Kate kept quiet. Helena’s lips curved into something between a smile and a sneer. “You’re even plainer than I imagined.” Kate’s chest tightened. “Good morning, ma.” “I’m not your mother,” Helena snapped. “And don’t call me ma. You can call me Mrs Dray.” Kate folded her arms. “Noted.”

Drayce smiled. “If it helps the movement, I’m more than happy to feed a succubus.” I smiled back. I grabbed my blanket and bag, then turned to Drayce. “You’re pretty short for a dragon.” Drayce said. “I’m also pretty tall for a Ghillie Dhu, but I deal with it.” I laughed.

Drakes. A type of dragon that is smaller in size and cannot fly. Drakes are considered a lower class dragon due to their traits, including their lesser strength as well. Even so, they are still dragons and are incredibly powerful compared to the common species. Even the lowest of them are at least B class monsters. Earth drakes, in particular, have much a tankier build with larger body mass.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

I asked sweetly, "would I do that?" His eyes remained locked on mine. "Because I said so." I folded my arms. "I'm afraid that's not a very convincing argument." "I don't need to convince you. I am Draco Castellano." "So?" I said with confidence. "No." I tilted my head thoughtfully. "I find your brothers fascinating." His jaw tightened. "They're charming in completely different ways." I added. Silence. "Daemon is entertaining." Another heartbeat. "Diavolo is observant." His gaze darkened. "And Draven..." I smiled. "...is surprisingly funny."

Entry seventy-six pending further evidence. I was not going to say it. I was absolutely not going to say it. "Draco," I said. "Yes." "What word did you think it was?" I said. He held my gaze. Something moved in his expression, the named one and the ghost of it and the real one all arriving at once. "Dada," he said. I pressed my lips together very hard trying to stop my laughter, really Draco? "Entry seventy-six confirmed," Mila said, from the table, without looking up.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h