Draco Dormiens Novelas e Histórias

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

The Alpha’s throne was reeking of smoke, sweat, and spilled alcohol. Draco lounged across a wide leather chair like a king who had forgotten the meaning of restraint, with a half empty bottle of vodka dangling loosely from his hand. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his lips, drifting toward the high ceiling and staining the air with bitterness. Laughter…high, shrill, and false…filled the room as two naked women clung to him with their hands roaming freely over his chest and shoulders.

In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well. I also notice a Latin inscription written around the frames, it’s the same as on the royal family crest but unfortunately, I do not know how to read it. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’ What could this mean? Did they have pets that were paired with them at birth maybe? Or is this something else?

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

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.

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

Draco moved his tail light and realized that he was in dragon form. “Where am I? Am I die already?" Draco asked, wondering to himself. Draco tried to get up from his previously lying position and sat down. He lifted his head and looked around. Draco found himself in a dark cave. The surrounding walls were made of sturdy wood. Not far from where he laid, an exit was covered by a rounded wooden door. The cambium tendrils were clearly etched on the wood, showing the age marks of the tree itself. Sunlight burst in through the gaps in the door.

The sound of movement echoed in the room, and in place of a beast, now stood a man, Draco. He grunted at the sight of the room. Lying still was another of the females. She was unmoving. Draco moved aside to the window, watching the black sky as his sentinels entered, carrying the lifeless form away. Draco's spirit was restless. After the sentinels carried the form away, Draco helped himself with a bath. His mind was saturated with thoughts until he felt his beta's presence.