Draco Knight Novels & Stories

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

And his younger brother, who was slightly on the sane side, but unfortunately his brother knew nothing about it. “She is only plan B, dad. This time, Clan Firestorm will be destroyed. We deserve the power. We are as powerful as they are!” I heard his voice, and it made me want to peel my skin off. I was an idiot. Most of the dragons living in Draconià are now clanless, except a few clans from powerful ancient blood lineage. He was an idiot. He knew the crown chose Clan Firestorm. Before the Storms were royals, it was another clan. I don’t remember much about what happened. I had never been good at school, anyway.

In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well. I also notice a Latin inscription written around the frames, it’s the same as on the royal family crest but unfortunately, I do not know how to read it. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’ What could this mean? Did they have pets that were paired with them at birth maybe? Or is this something else?

he corrected. His gaze slid to Seraphina. “And she is power.” Rage surged through me. Behind him, more shapes gathered. “Stand down,” I commanded. He smiled faintly. “I cannot.” My brother’s roar cut through the chaos. Relentless. Kaelith burst through the outer ring of dissenters in full dragon form, claws tearing into stone and scale alike. Jakob and Vael followed close behind, clearing a path with brutal efficiency. “Move!” Kaelith shouted.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

“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.”

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.

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

The market square of Xaerath buzzed with life—carts of grain rattling down stone paths, healers pouring salves into vials, children chasing goats through narrow alleys. But the moment Drakonios arrived with a bucket of fresh water balanced on his shoulder, silence trickled through the village like a crack in glass. People froze. One by one, heads turned. The Omni Draco—the same being who once commanded armies with a flick of his hand—now walked between makeshift stalls in a simple gray tunic, boots caked in mud, sweat streaking his brow. He bent to refill the washing basin beside the baker’s hut. His arms, marked with ancient runes, strained slightly under the weight. The old woman tending t