Novel & Cerita Draco Dormiens

Waking up a dragon asleep for centuries wasn't a joke. After it had flapped its wings a few times and screeched clamorously a few more times, and stretched its limbs, it finally noticed Dom standing almost scared in a corner. He had never seen a dragon being woken up before, he had only gotten the instructions from Mage Master a few centuries ago. Most dragons never woke up after going to sleep. Now Dom knew why. It was hella painful and confusing and could attract attention if human civilizations were near.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

Draco said, his tone cold and resolute. Nigel didn’t dare contradict his master. “Understood, Sir.” Draco stood up. “I want to rest. It’s late. Go home. Finish your work tomorrow.” With that, Draco left the room, and Nigel bowed respectfully as his master departed. Draco gazed at Luna, who was fast asleep. He lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her small frame. Lately, he knew Luna had been avoiding him. But he wouldn’t let her keep her distance forever.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

His dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders and his skin was pale, making the contrast of his dark clothes even more striking. But it was his eyes that completely trapped me. They were a piercing pure white that drew me in so deeply that the rest of the room completely faded away. They should have looked frightening, but I couldn’t stop staring. For one horrible second, I forgot every warning I had ever heard and read about him. Then red flashed through them briefly, breaking the trance and reminding me exactly who stood before me. Draven suddenly gripped the edge of his desk so hard the thick wood cracked under his strength. His nostrils flared as if he was catching a scent in the air, th

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

“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.

I asked her to send a picture of how she looked like that minute and she sent it. I couldn't sleep that night and had to wank off, much like masturbate, before I could calm down. I zoomed on the picture and began caressing her pussy and nipples wishing she was here in person while moaning sexily. That minute, Draco walked in and I woke up from my wild imagination. Draco was one of my personal guards that works as a spy for me, he also helps me carry out some dirty jobs in secret. “Good day boss,” He greeted me as soon as he walked in and I sat up.

The door to the suite was open, and standing in the entryway was Draco, feral from a night roaming as a mindless beast. He took a step closer, the tendons on his neck straining, and snarled. “Mine.”