Draco Krew Novels & Stories

Draco simply took the glass with a smile and shook his head before going back to the bar and exchanging the wine glass for another whiskey on the rocks. “See those dudes in black? The ones pretending to be ‘the shit’ in the club and trying their best to impress those girls?” I pointed to the group in front of the bar up front as Draco nodded. “I bet they’re telling them right now that they know the owner…or that their dad is the owner.” “I’m no one’s father.” Draco scrunched up his nose distastefully. “Especially not someone who had a peacock blue Mohawk.” I laughed at his facial expression but just as we were about to turn around to go take our seats, one of the guys from the gang suddenly

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

“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.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally. On my left were the twin dragon CEOs, Kelan and Declan Saxoni. They were the same age as me, even one of the prospective kings on the list before I stepped and claimed the throne. They hold power over the North and South poles, bearing the dragon power of water and ice. Sitting next to them was Lady Elvira Daggerhorn, a blonde-haired beauty who holds our hotel chains and rules over the entertainment industry. As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance.

I said, "report?" "Carl Crawford," Draco sighed. "Chief engineer and public relations for the TMC's European sales division." For his stature, Carl carried himself with a smooth sense of self-confidence. He slicked back his hair as he continued speaking in Italian to the infuriating crowd. I looked over to Draco, and noticed he was smiling. "Reminiscing about your old job?" I asked. "Of course not," Draco snapped. He leaned in closer to us, breathing heavily. "I've just had a brilliant idea."