Draco Dormiens Novels & Stories

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

That must be Jethro. “Ahem, sorry.” Then the red-faced Crystal walked back to where she came from. I heard the rustles coming from the living room and when I couldn’t hear it anymore, only then did I let out a dry cough. Crystal looked at me, taking it as a cue and went back inside. The very calm Draven was sitting on the sofa while flipping through some magazine while Jethro slumped down on the floor, crestfallen. “I only came here to give you this. I don’t know how much it would help you since it was specifically made for fairies, but you can still try.”

The silver mesh dress—now torn and muddied—shimmered faintly in the gloom like the scales of a dying fish. She watched Tristan. He lay on a bed of moss she had gathered, his body wracked with tremors. He was unconscious, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. His eyelids fluttered rapidly, and his hands—resting on his chest—twitched with spasms of violet static. Every time he twitched, the air around him hummed. It was a sound Saoirse knew well. It was the sound of a dragon dreaming. But Tristan wasn't a dragon. He was a human vessel that had been cracked open and filled with a power too volatile to contain.

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.