Draco From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

I cocked my head, now more confused than I was terrified. It flapped its massive wings and its long sharp tipped tail whished behind it. "Small." It said with a thick feminine voice that came out in layers. It raised a thick limb and a long claw came to view as it scratched its dark blue scales that sure as hell looked a lot like my ice. I blinked, remembering it had spoken. "Small? What is?" It dropped its claw and scraped the ground with it, causing a sound that made my ears want to bleed. "Puny. Human. Lesser Fae. Fae. Curse Luna. Kill Drakkon."

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

Well, this was only the beginning, real show started from this exact moment. From, inside came the blue spirit that was once or to be specific, a moment ago, Char's — guessed right, it was Aion. "Here, the real fun starts!" Whiro remarked. Very true!! The spectators were as silent as dead, well, you can say that, so was Drake. Char's head was lightly spinning, she managed to stand still and roared out loud, " You.....you're a monster, this is utterly ridiculous!" Drake on the other hand was feeling scared, the oblivious countenance on his face proved that, he spoke up in a tone that matched his current facial expression, that was fear, "That boy....boy is a Chaos Magic userrrr!!"

Fenrir POV I stretched my neck staring blankly at the bright sun. I yawned for the umpteenth time already feeling bored about the whole thing. if I had known, I wouldn't have done any contests. I would have gone with the idea of picking lorena with no stress and now I have to wait until their cooking was completed. ''quit complaining when you bought this upon yourself,'' draca hissed sounding pained as if he was mad about being under the tent. ''if you had not been so crazy about having a stupid that could be avoided, I would have been fucking one of the concubines right now but no,'' draca scoffed. ''you just have to ruin everything for me!'' he complained and started humming a song.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

He paused, his eyes rolling back as he closed them. “You’re soaked.” I was, but that didn’t mean I was going to admit defeat. “If you think eating me out is going to make me cry, you’re crazier than Azrael.” Azrael tutted, “Rude, so very rude.” “I think she needs that smart mouth of hers stuffed.” Orion hummed against my clit. Draco freed himself from his pants and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick cock, the head so swollen it was nearly purple. He tapped it against my lips, and Azrael chuckled as I clamped them shut.