Draco Imagines Novels & Stories

I never believed this tale since this was just a made up tale for small children’s to keep them away from wandering in night, but I think my understanding was proven wrong as this awful looking lady looks just like the Marduktema mentioned in tales. As I was lost in my own thought I saw blue colored flame emerging out of Draco from his hands and in blink of an eye it turned into a shape of thick whip. ‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face

Draco was upset. He couldn’t calm himself down anymore. This conversation with Lycus Lewis was so irritating for him. He still didn’t trust Lycus Lewis and thought this person lied to them. All he talked seemed like rubbish in Draco’s ear. “Stop rambling on, please. I hate hearing you talk beat around the bush. You've been talking about the great war earlier. Do you intend to slaughter me as the last dragon? Or maybe you want to become the strongest human and slaughter all non-humans in Magica?” snapped Draco impatiently as he pounded the table.

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.”

King Draco explains. Draco signals for his fellows to begin the chants as he ignites the fire below the paraphernalia then joins them outside the set-up. "O great and powerful forces of the unknown, make your servant acceptable to the prestigious crown whose heir's blood rises from the furnace." "You must close your eyes in order to envision the blessing of our cause," King Draco advises as the concoction warms. King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction.

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.

Sitting on two logs of wood opposite each other, Stefanos exchanged glances with Wraya, who stayed in the shadows of the forest but could be easily seen to the two, for he sat there like a dog, right on his butt. Glancing from Wraya to Draco, Stefanos sighed, seeing that this was going nowhere. "Look I-" "So you are telling me," Draco cut in, his head in his hands and eyes staring at anything but the beast. “That you have a Dragon at your disposal? A dragon?" "Yes." Stefanos nodded. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Do you expect me to believe that?" "The said beast is right in front of you. Whether you believe it to be a trick of the mind or just reality is up to how far your mentality can take it

All that implied to Draco was that he might effortlessly drive through the dull, taking him into the ether the way his mythical serpent wings could. He put a hand on the adapt move, tapping it gently, moving easily past a few cars full of lady friends chattering absent around the night's specifics. His intellect, of course, moved into the room of Sydney, what she would say around him to her companions, and what she would feel.

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”