Draco Krew Novels & Stories

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

“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.

"I don't think so. They look fun, but I'm seeing unfamiliar faces. " He nods and looks back to the group chatting as he calls their names to me. "That one is Gabriel and the one with the brow piercing is Jace. They're rarely with us, probably why you don't recognize them. " "Possibly. " I agree, taking a sip of my drink and he rubs my arm before he joins the conversation. They talk about movies and sports, and when I start to get bored, I look out the kitchen entrance to the living room and bitterness fills me at the first sight I see. A brunette has her hand flung over Alex's shoulder and the urge to peel them off is strong within me.

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

Icardi exhaled , "I have a large number of witches, we have formed our own flock and the wizarding kingdom has threatened to kill us, so we want to be here, under your protection." werewolves with witches Zayn continued his silence, thinking carefully, "Forever?" Icardi Haza nodded his head "forever". “What do you think?” Stephen said fanatically, but Zayn ignored him. “But before that we must sign several conditions..if one of your wizards breaks them, you will be expelled immediately.” "I agree," Icardi smiled with apparent happiness. Zayn looked at his brother, ignoring Stephen's looks, "Get me the protocol, set the conditions I will send them to you."

“Let them feel it. The war has already begun. I plan to marry Irmak and, through her, control the throne of FeWard. Her father, the king, is being slowly poisoned by your hand, Malachar. When he dies, I will be the regent. And if Irmak resists… well, a pyre cleanses a witch’s reputation very well.” General Draven slammed his fist on the table, more restrained than his lord. “My lord, the twin dragons are not mere monsters. Ancient reports say they are the sons of one of the Great Ancestral Dragons. If we provoke them openly, we may be bringing destruction upon the entire kingdom.” Vortigern turned to him with contempt. “Then we will destroy them first. Malachar, you said you have a plan.” Th

The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth. Dragomir for the life of him could not recognize this dragon and he blamed his short memory, he tried another angle immediately. ‘I’m Dragomir, Prince Dragomir’ The dragon stopped again, Dragomir could see the balls of fire swivelling in his mouth. There was a loud cry which was Raisel’s voice. That was the only sound in the room, everyone else was in still silence. The small crowd that had gathered watched the spectacle with disbelieving eyes.

I let out a sigh and turned to him, I looked him up and down, his blond hair was cut short and he had a budding beard, he didn't introduce himself and neither did I, but I guess he was the investor. "You are? " "Brian Moncrief, vice president of Moncrief Companies and you? " "Drake Lancaster. " "Oh Mr. Lancaster, it's nice to meet you. " He said as he held out his hand a second time. "I've heard nothing but good things about you, your grandfather, would be proud of you. " He did his homework well the guy, trying to brush me off by telling me about my grandfather. It probably would have done something to me, if I wasn't already such a seasoned businessman.

They both turned to Crystal and bowed their heads to her, “Thank you Crystal for healing us. We will make certain the pack never speaks of what they have witnessed here today.” Rook joined them and all three of them used their Alpha command to make the pack never reveal that they could do magic and that Crystal’s dragon could heal using the power of her flames. But unknown to them, there were hidden eyes filled with malice watching and listening to them. "Rook what the hell is going on?" “Dad calm down we had too. The council is aware of what we did, and we did it with their approval." “What the hell! Your’ll better have a good explanation for all of this!”

I pulled the oversized hoodie tighter around my shivering, bruised frame, forcing myself to hold his stare despite the wild trembling in my hands. "And your precious team?" Drake cackled, clutching his arm tight to stem the dark crimson flow. "Good luck winning shit without one of your best fighters! I know every strategy, every play, every weakness. I’ll snitch all your tactics to the rival packs. Good luck winning!" Creed didn't grant him the dignity of a response. He stood like an immovable mountain between us, his cold, golden eyes watching Drake with absolute, lethal detachment. Realizing he was completely powerless, Drake turned his lethal glare toward his trembling Northern partner.