Draco Dormiens Novels & Stories

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

Panty-wetting sexy. His eyes find me and a dangerous yet deliciously sexy smirk crosses his lips as he swings his leg down and stands up. “And here she is, Queen of the Dragons! The Drækaari herself!” His words ring through the room before everyone bows low to me. My stomach somersaults with nerves as he steps down from the dais, closing the gap between us. ‘What does Drækaari mean?’ I ask softly as he holds his hand out to me, and I slowly place mine in his, letting the sparks come alive between us. Although I want to know why he is calling me Queen of the Dragons.

Silence… Red Dragon turned slowly, and I saw my father tremble as their eyes met. “I didn't ask if she's worthy. I asked, ‘Where is she?’” Everybody went mute, nobody dared cough, joy filled my heart as I watched my father panic. His gaze darted back and forth, I have never seen him this afraid. Then his gaze caught Sarah approaching from the stairs. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Octavia is not available. But I can show you to Sarah, my beloved daughter, instead.” I swallowed hard. Then Sarah stepped into the spotlight. The moment she got to the sitting room, all eyes fell on her. She knelt before the Red Dragon, covering up her pretense. A strange feeling held me down.

Sconces on either side provided extra illumination to the hanging, and what was depicted upon it was unmistakable. The battle at Haedral Valley. It was the only piece of décor to depict a Dragon, and this one showed quite vividly the form of Neyalha swooping low over Minotaur soldiers, spewing great gouts of flame that engulfed them. In the fore of the composition was the form of a fallen Minotaur, scorched and bloody, a sword lying beside him on the ground. Andric recognized the woven depiction of the sword he had brought.

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

Edith No! Woefully! My vision does not fool me. It is a dragon! A real, giant dragon with all its bones, flesh, and blood. Well, I suppose they do have blood. And all those terrible and ugly horns and nails. It is flapping its giant wings to keep its body swing in one place, at the height of the castle's balcony, which is the extension of the ball hall. Into its sight, my breath is taken away. For a while, I forget to breathe until my lungs tell me to do so. Then I take a deep, sharp breath. Oh! My God! What does it want? What is looking for here?

“I have no idea. I just know it’s dark.” “How long have you been awake?” I ask. “Not long. Just long enough to assure Cyryl that I’m fine so she could go back to sleep. Do all dragonets sleep this much?” ‘Dragonets sleep a lot, but not this much. I told Ryuki that I think your transfer of power is draining her as much as it’s draining you,’ Bynjym says. I realize my dragon has wrapped himself around Skylar, Cyryl, and me. I’m sure it’s a protective stance, but it’s also an extremely possessive one. I’m a bit surprised that Cyryl didn’t have something to say about that.

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.