Draco Astoria Novels & Stories

“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire.

Draco. “What finally made you change your mind? Earlier, you insisted you’d never have her, Dracolian,” Alfos stated as he barged into Draco’s study with him. He noticed the rigid posture of his body and wondered what was going on. “You still assume it’s her?” Alfos huffed. “Dracolian, you should know better than to assume anything like that considering the investigations we’ve made. That breeder is just a twenty-five-year-old human who grew up in Brindlemark with her family before being taken as a whore in Kalingrad.”

“Yes, it’s one of mine.” “O-one of them?” Luna repeated, her eyes wide. Draco nodded again. Luna was speechless. Draco had so casually said this was just one of his mansions. That meant he owned several. My God! She couldn’t even imagine how much wealth Draco possessed. Draco led her to the backyard. Luna frowned slightly. “Draco? Why are we going to the backyard?” Luna asked quietly. “Look ahead,” Draco instructed. Luna did as he said—and saw Delcy and Elsa locked in a metal cage. But wait! Her gaze shifted to a large lion being held by Nigel.

“Astoria… this is my brother and your step-brother…Viktor.” Brother. My gaze snapped to Vladimir and then back to Viktor. We were barely standing far apart now, so I could see how his gaze darkened, and his jaw clenched, like I had done something wrong to him unknowingly. But I knew if I felt daunted now, he would forever hold that on me. Even I had to stay for a few days, I wouldn’t live like a scaredy cat. “Viktor,” Vladimir said more firmly. “This is Astoria Winters.”

The dragons of Adistaktos called it The Festival of Strength. Seven nights of blood, flame, and spectacle. And this year, it was hosted by Segrenry Exhugh at the arena. The Arena of Drakoryth sprawled across twenty acres of consecrated ground, a colossal coliseum. Its outer walls rose like mountains — forged from adamant brick and shadowstone, a fusion of unbreakable earth and long-dead flame, bound together by old runes. Within, the amphitheater has sweeping circles lined with bowl-shaped seats carved from pure onyx, each vast enough to hold a dragon in full splendor. The dark stone shimmered with draconian enchantments, shifting in warmth or chill to suit the will of whoever rested upon it

Dorian Grimaldi. I stood at the threshold of the grand hall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The opulent space unfolded before me, a breathtaking symphony of architectural magnificence and lavish adornments. The high-vaulted ceiling soared above, adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted scenes of celestial beauty, while crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a cascade of shimmering light, casting an ethereal glow upon the polished marble floors.

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

“Are you sure we’re not riding straight into a dragon’s belly?” A snort escapes me as I lightly tug on my scarf. She isn't wrong, it's boiling. How do they keep up with the heat? Astria descends from her carriage. A step had been provided for her and even at that, she looks like she might faint from the height she is at. The drakar is literally on its belly. She's not even that high up. Eye roll. I've literally seen her jump from a three storey balcony, chasing one of my other cousins because he stole her favourite brush.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Draco sat in the bed confused. “Does it mean Lucas is evil?” He walked to his sister and woke her up immediately. “What is it?” She asked, sounding sleepy. “You need to wake up, I have something important to tell you.” Draco noticed Anastasia had already slept off again, so he tapped her. “Can it not wait?” Anastasia asked tiredly. Draco was so interested in telling her about Lucas so that she would stay away from him. “No it can't wait, it's urgent.” Anastasia struggled to fight the sleep and sat up.