Draco Greek Novels & Stories

“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.

Alpha king Draco sat before the large table working on piles of files, his face looked like that of the devil. He wasn't angry yet the aura that surrounded him was that of peril. No one dared to badge in the way Draven had done. No one dared to except they wanted their death. Alpha King Draco was hell himself whoever was going to dare him needed to have gone through the seven mountains of volcano. He was feared for a reason. “For someone who hadn't seen me in years and needs help shouldn't you crawl toward me?” Draco didn't look up. Of course, he knew his son was around, the moment he held the gate and asked permission to cross the border, he knew.

Toward the beginning of Draco’s downfall. And perhaps, toward the end of us all.

Draco, though he had a seemingly young look, is a 700 years old vampire and he had the foresight of a shaman. A soft creaking sound pulled me from my reverie as Draco began his daily rituals, his deep voice resonating with power as he immersed himself in his meditation and spells. This was my cue; the moment I had been patiently waiting for. With careful precision, I slipped out of bed, my movements quiet and calculated. I couldn't bear the thought of getting caught slipping away from the house. Draco would be wild with rage if he caught me.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

Danica said, running her fingers along the shape in the sky. Kaleb nodded, waiting for her to continue. “Draco is usually one of the easiest to find in the north part of the sky because he’s the biggest. Now Draco was said to be a Titan that warred with the gods for ten years. Until the goddess Minerva tossed him into the sky where he froze around the north pole.” Danica said grinning. Kaleb watched her face light up as she spoke his own smile following suit. He loved how she truly enjoyed everything she was telling him. It made him want to hear more and know more.

Draco mischief questioned Argentum who in return smiled showing her two broken front teeth and replied “Argentum mean’s thunder….. I am Dragon of Thunder….” “Why your name is Draco?” Argentum questioned him.. “Because I am Dragon… Draco means Dragon…” Draco replied with proud smile and glanced at his father King Ladon who was standing behind him… Heraing Draco answer Argentum let out a baby laugh and said “HAhahah….. if what you say is true then we all should be named as Draco… because we all are Dragons….” “Ohhhh……” young Draco understood hilarious sarcasm in Argentum words and mouthed ‘O’ shape as he saw confidence of young girl who looked like of his own age….

That is if the old hag didn’t lie to me when she said only the Dacian Draco could kill me. I’ve researched for years, trying to grasp the ancient legends and the true lore of Dacian culture. Draco, or Dracon, was the battle flag of the Dacians, Costobocs, and Tyrrhaites from the current territory of Moldova as well as the Dacians south of the Danube. It had the shape of a wolf's head with an open mouth, which continued with a dragon's body, made of textile or leather that swelled in the wind, making a noise that mimicked the howls of wolves terrifying the enemy and formed a horizontal serpentine flag.

Stefanos replied calmly, but Draco only sighed in exasperation, ruffling up his already messy hairs. "Just who are you, Adriano Perez? Is that even your real name? How did you come in possession of such an ethereal creature?" Stefanos glanced at Wraya, who grunted shyly at Draco's remark of him being 'ethereal', holding him back from rolling his eyes. Draco stared at Stefanos incredulously, like he really didn't believe the man before him. He knew he couldn't avoid what his eyes was looking, a red scaly dragon was hard to avoid, but the man sitting before him? He didn't know.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.