Draca From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

"Drax is Ayla's childhood friend. He is a Water Mage novice." "Was a novice," Drax said and smiled. "I passed my Water Test. I am official a Water Mage. And I know how to enter Erylas without being caught." "How?" Droyn asked. "Using the old catacombs!"

“And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His family’s bloodline is draconic royalty.” Lyra’s lips curled mischievously as she concluded, “And last but certainly not least, Lucien Virelith, the incubus. Darkly charming and playfully dangerous, he’s the one who leaned in close to you just now. He has a talent for getting under your skin, both literally and figuratively.” Seraphine blinked, her gaze darting between them in disbelief, as if they had just performed a scene from some twisted dark fantasy film. “You’re joking, right?”

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom. "She seems pretty..." Fru blushed "Born from a red dragon and a golden dragon...whoa..she sure has the good genes doesn't she. Why would anyone call someone so pretty, huthra'vor? I feel this is jealousy at play. Petty creatures. Pretty sure the mockers are the ones with faces that screamed ‘abandoned by the creator', not Valia." Fru didn't understand why she was mad but she sure as hell wanted to test her fighting skills on some uglies.

Herneith could feel the undeniable chasm, and she was left in the middle of this mental discord. On the third day, King Raxelan had to join a council meeting with his dragon lords. Their mating was official already, but not in the eyes of his people. There was to be a ritual, just like what Axel and I experienced, and King Raxelan was to tackle about this with them. As a result, Herneith was left with King Raxelan's younger sister, Saphira. She was a beauty, and her pinkish-blonde hair matched the scales of her dragon when she briefly showed it to Herneith.

Draca suddenly barged in drunk, he made his way towards her. "Come my pet, let me know you tonight" she said nothing as he made his way towards her. He flung himself on her body and tried to tear her clothes to which she was resisting. He was trying to tear her clothes before he suddenly stilled and fell over to the other side of the bed. Blood was dropping and there was a knife poking out of his body. Draca was finally dead. Nacen materialized before her "Come on Alyssia, let's go before any of them wake up"

he tipped his chin to the b lue dragon that was drinking from the spring. Minerva looked at the whole place with astonishment in her eyes before looking back to him. " Are you a Prince?" Her next question came.

A while later the rabbit came back, the young chief caught it and it scattered as mana and dissolved into his palm. The young chief signaled others to charge forward, they entered Dracendale very cautiously taking cover behind the trees and bushes. The Dracendale was a very terrifying valley because of its shape and the beings that reside in the valley. It had two entrances alining with each other nearly 180 degrees, it was literally O shaped and was surrounded by mountains. In the center of the valley, there was an enormous lake. In numerous legends, people said that the water contained pure mana, the lake was upon a mana pit. But no one dared to take ownership of the lake, because it was t

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.