Draco From Itsfunneh 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.

~Before I held you, I didn’t know That the world I was in Was this bright I reached you with a small breath of life It’s a love that called out to me fearlessly~ (Ailee) I Will Go To You Like The First Snow -------------- --------------- Stefanos: “I say we break open these door.” Draco suggested. We were currently lounging on the ground, both trying to come up with a better plan on how to get ourselves out. “The longer I get to know you, the funnier you keep getting. Do you even know what you’re talking about? We are wolves Draco, not dragons.” I said, trying to learn some defence positions with the dagger I stole.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

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:

After we finished eating, we moved over to the pool area to relax, settling into lounge chairs with cold umbrella cocktails in hand. Maybe the whole experience at the resort had shifted something in Grace, because after a while of quiet conversation and slow sips, she began to open up. She told me how her family had been struggling financially. Her husband was currently unemployed, even though he had been accepted by one of the companies he applied to. The problem was that they still hadn't given him a clear starting date, and in the meantime, the bills kept piling up. On top of that, one of her children was supposed to start grade school soon, and she really wanted her to attend a private s

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.

Felix and Suzie were instantly forgotten. "Shit! Come on! We need to go greet him!" Draco barked. There was no way he was going to keep a big shot like Yadiel waiting. In Notura City's underground world, guys like Draco were not even fit to shine his shoes. But before he could take more than a few steps, the office door swung open.

“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.

Seraphina giggled and blushed under Achilles’s loving gaze. “I knew you would be a sight to behold but, by the God’s, I was not expecting that,” Ethena gasped. “And such a seamless shift, you wouldn’t think you had only awoken your dragon yesterday,” Narcissus said in admiration. “Truthfully, it was excruciating the first time but, it’s pretty painless now,” Seraphina mused.