Draco Krew Novels & Stories

“About your wings.” “Thank you,” Ember turned away a moment, composing herself. “I have experienced a great many things,” she continued her voice gravelly with emotion. “And have been subjected to many forms of torture and violence as a Drake of The Great Queen, but this… This is unforgivable,” she said through her teeth with anger. “What is a Drake?” Lyric asked to take the subject away from the amputation of Ember’s wings.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Clenching his fists together, he said through his gritted teeth, " Run away, princess before I do something that you will regret." ____________ " DON!! DON!! The house Draco is on fire. The crown prince must have bu..." Matteo paused abruptly as soon as his eyes fell on me. I stopped chewing the spaghetti that Fiona gave it to me. Matteo received a sharp glare from Alexis who was laid on the couch, displaying his solid muscles. It was hard to keep my eyes on the plate. Before I could ask anything, the news was played on TV. People were screaming around the house of Draco, a powerful pack in the city that was recently accused of doing illegal activities.

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."

I ordered my team to look carefully at the area and think if they could find anything else. Drako was impatient. The scent he had caught earlier and led us here was far gone. He continued to sniff around trying to catch the scent again but unfortunately to no avail. I decided to follow the dirt road with a small group but unfortunately it ended up on a hill forcing us to return to the first place. The day had already passed without result. In a few minutes it would be night, so I ordered some of the warriors to camp in a nearby clearing and some others to go hunting. I decided to join the latter. Drako was so furious that he wanted to escape somehow. He kept accusing me of being to blame for

“I know he does, Victoria… I mean your mother told me, but they aren’t on good terms, what about him?” “Father said that even though they aren’t on good terms, he’d avenge him if he ever found out that he was dead. Father told me to find him…to tell him…to get his help…he told m~” “W-We…Denae we don’t know how he looks, where he is or what’s his name…we won’t succeed, so just d~” “Draco…his name is Draco, but most people call him merciless, and his pack is located towards the south of here. I came this way to find him, but I ended up finding you. I’m going to find him, I have to find him.”

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.

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.

The two Draco had brought in were members of the Redmoon pack who had audaciously trespassed the Silvermoon pack territory. Draco, who happened to be the Beta of the pack had his men protect each border of entry of the pack and that was how his men were able to get hold of the intruders. Damien frowned deeply as soon as his eyes met with the intruders that Draco had brought in with him. He knew already by their scent what pack they belonged to and his blood boiled at the fact that they had the audacity to trespass into his territory knowing fully well what would happen if they got caught. It only showed just how nonchalant and dismissive the Red Moon pack is about just how powerful and dange

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.