Draca From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

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

His mistress, a woman wearing a red nightgown with dainty features, was preparing to have dinner when she found herself in this room with Alex. “Alex?” she called him softly and crawled to hide behind him. “Who are you?” he asked in a low voice. “Someone you should be scared of always,” Brishor replied, as jade green spiked rippled from his shoulders and upper arm. “I am the Dragon King of Galdere, and this is my General, Chezzal.” Alex gasped. So scared he was that his bladder released and his pants became wet. And his mistress—she became unconscious.

Mia said to Raj, “Hi Raj, lucky you were here! Where is Dane?” So she did know the arrogant bastard and was attracted to him. What the fuck? Andy thought. He would need to keep a close eye on her. He did not want her to be hurt again and Dr Raj looked like bad news. ****

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

It had the shape of a wolf's head with an open mouth, which continued with a dragon's body, made of textile or leather that swelled in the wind, making a noise that mimicked the howls of wolves terrifying the enemy and formed a horizontal serpentine flag. It took me a long time to connect all the dots. The reference was clearly about the wolves. A wolf’s head clearly meant an alpha. The dragon was what puzzled me for years. That was until I heard of Paul Mateescu. His way of keeping the supernatural beings under a tight leash of rules earned him the nickname of Dragon, Draco in old Dacian. Bingo! But the man I’ve been stalking for days already isn’t what I thought. The papers keep talking ab

"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-"