Draco In The Half-blood Prince Novels & Stories

And all this while he has been nothing but a shadow of his past, mourning and hiding his true identity. But how could the eighteen-year-old ever know who he is if Javier won’t tell her? A dragon. That’s what he was. Prince Javier didn’t act or think differently when he’s a dragon, so why should he separate the two different entities when they’re the same? After all, the creature is a part of him, resides within him. Granted, others may slightly different and less biased opinion compared to him. There's also another risk of Celina seeing his wound and digging about it. He didn’t want to answer her twenty different questions, which would only make him feel guilty later. Prince had a limit to h

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

Darian’s hand squeezes mine, and I lean slightly into him, drawing courage from the warmth of his touch. The high priest steps forward, robes flowing, his voice echoing through the hall. “Today, we gather to witness the coronation of Queen Iris of the Lycan realm. Her bond with Prince—now king Darian McAlister has been forged, marked by the Moon Goddess herself. The sacrifice of the past has allowed the light of life and love to flourish, and now we crown a new era.” I catch Darian’s gaze. His eyes are calm, steady, but there’s a flicker there, pride, something soft, something dangerous and beautiful all at once. I squeeze his hand, letting myself anchor in the moment.

"You! A man with no seed in his blood! You expected me to give you a golden dragon? Look at yourself! Do you have the ability?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "If I had not overheard the healer talking, I would still be worrying that something was wrong with me! This is all your fault! You have no ability, but you dream of golden heirs! You deserve to wear the horns of a cuckold!" "Die!" Drakon's face darkened. He drew his sword and ran her through the heart. Caspian shifted into serpent form and tried to flee. Drakon transformed into his golden dragon shape, seized the serpent with his claws, and crushed him alive.

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.

I peered my gaze at the six-foot figure that I had bumped into and failed to register what I had felt. The figure wasn't Alpha Benna. He had dark eyes that had a faint orange glow to them. The glow wasn't that bright, and I was sure no one could see it from afar. A frustrated voice, calling me a whore, told me I should stop whatever I was doing and jarred me from my trance. "Hail the demon; take me with you to hell. I'm ready to burn eternally in your clutches rather than this man's." I dropped to my knees and begged the tall man, who squinted his brows in confusion.

My vision blurred, and I could hear the sound of my own bones cracking, my muscles stretching and tearing as the shift began. I screamed, the sound echoing through the night. My scream morphed into a howl. The pain was unbearable, a white hot agony that consumed everything in me. I could feel the shift taking hold, my body changing, transforming into the other part of me. “Master, do something!” Marion cried, her voice filled with desperation. But there was nothing he, or anyone could do. The shift was inevitable, unstoppable. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, the pain too much to bear. The last thing I saw before the darkness took over was Marion’s terrified face, her eyes wide w

Bynjym begins thrashing and breathing his fire as the weight of the net pulls him to the ground. ‘MOVE CYRYL!’ he roars, using his back legs to shove her out of the way as the net forces my dragon to the ground. He slams to the earth hard, his body pressing against the ground. Neither of us is able to move with the weight of the net over top of him. I watch as a royal, a king with a crown on his head, slowly walks over to us. “You. You killed my father. Now it is time for you to die.”

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h