Draco From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

Draco spoke proudly with a smile spreading on his face and stopped for a minute, looked in the direction of Crysta and sighed loudly. “tsk.. tsk.. dear Crysta, I don’t like the look you give me right now” he said with a threaten embed in his voice. Crysta’s eyes sparkled with tears of being played and the betrayal. “why?” she asked after a long time. “why? Is that all you can ask?” “I thought saving the souls and protecting them is not that exciting. The exciting part was when I rescued that villagers and them started praying to me and taking me as their God was the exciting thing I ever had. I felt strong and I felt a sense of POWER.”

“Game’s back on, darling. And this time, I’m not playing for little scraps.” With that, Draco Grey poured himself a drink, downed it in one swallow, and let the laughter roll out of him… mad, eager, and triumphant. Because for the first time in years, he smelled a real opportunity. And it smelled of power.

’ I ask my dragon and a scrub the rough patch of skin that is starting to shed. ‘They are the weakest of the thunder. They serve their purpose by breeding the reds and blues, but they are definitely a whiny bunch,' she grumbles. Tymyr had two greens, a red, a blue, a bronze, and Cyryl. While the red, blue, and bronze hatchlings grumble and whine for someone to scratch them, it’s the greens who make the most noise. Because she’s annoyed with her own itching, Cyryl’s patience with them has grown very thin. She frequently snaps at them, like she’s about to do right now.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

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.