Draco From Krew Novels & Stories

Because, from the forefront of the jeeps emerged a young man dressed in a green dragon uniform with a sharp gaze, exuding an imposing aura! With the brilliantly shining golden dragon emblem on his shoulder, it revealed an extraordinary identity! The golden dragon emblem meant that this person was a supreme commander! At that moment, Lucas' brain seemed to explode. His face turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably! He recognized him. The man walking toward him step by step was none other than Draco Kolt, the man who had made outstanding contributions to Dramon within six years, creating numerous military miracles! He had actually come to Carlton Manor!

“Well, I think it's safe to say that Selene is behind this.” Draco growled at the mention of her name. I could feel the anger pouring out of him. It was like his scaly skin was spewing out molten fury. It was too much for him to take and with his eyes still firmly closed he dove down towards the clearing. My own eyes were closed but I could see him in my mind. He wrapped his wings around himself and free-fell through the air. As he got closer to the trees he began to spin, spitting fire in a circle around the clearing. It was hitting some of the hybrids but not enough of them. As soon as he'd fanned his wings out and landed on the ground, he vanished. “Draco!” I screamed out, but I got no an

Alpha Damien was ready to blame himself because he was not having a good feeling about sending Draco without warriors. Draco wanted to act like a common person so that it'll not alert the enemies but little did he know that his enemies were one step ahead of him. “Draco tell us whats going on?” Alpha Damien asked him curiously. Draco raised his head to look at Alpha Damien and Killian but was still unable to say a word because he was still exhausted.

Draco stepped from the mist. He wore no armor, no cloak, no crown. His clothes were simple, black as bone dust, his hair loose around him. He did not walk; he glided. Each step spread decay into the grass, a trail of dead earth following his heels. When he reached the center of the valley, he stopped, like a king settling into his throne. “I expected you,” he said. The voice was silk, dripping with poison. A ripple of fear traveled through the wolves behind us. I squeezed my weapons until my knuckles ached.

My pulse fell out of rhyme as I awaited whatever he had to say. "You think you succ..eeded by killing my brother?!" Drake was shivering as tears surged out of his eyes. "Theodore Andrews, you will carry the corpse of your loved ones very soon. You will bleed on your knees hoping and desperately wishing they come back to life!" Drake cursed, his eyes shimmering with extreme misery. My body shivered as his words sank in me, but Theo only stared at him coldly, while rubbing his jawline with his right middle finger. The death of Draco was definitely a big storm Drake never foresaw. When I was growing up, I knew Draco was the hesitant one whenever they were to maltreat and bully me. Drake was alw

Everyone in Crikeria knows the story of the child who killed the elder draco. One cold winters' night, when the people of the quiet Midland village lay dormant in their beds, the elder draco attacked. Men woke from their slumbers to fight the beast while women hid indoors holding children to their breast. None could kill the giant beast who spat fire, setting the small village aflame, the wooden structures ripe to feed the flames. As the men retreated, a lone girl stood before the beast, wielding her father's sword.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

He looked over at the man beside him, rubbing his palms over his denim-covered thighs. “Marcus and I brought a tribute from both of our packs,” Drake said, gesturing to the heavy wooden crate of liquor sitting on the coffee table. "Our mates were unable to join us this evening." “My thanks, I hope your mates are well. Tell me, Marcus, does the council follow the ways of its predecessors now that it has new leadership?” Lucian asked, his thumb stroking against me, the motion steady. I had to fight not to relax into his touch. He was feeding a calmness into me through the bond.

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos