Draco Mother Novels & Stories

But she quickly regained her composure, her chin lifting defiantly. "You can't stop the inevitable, old man," she hissed. "The council will prevail." My mother stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "The council is not infallible, Mariah. And neither are you." With a roar, Mariah shifted, her form morphing into a massive dragon. I can’t believe it. How is she a dragon? I feel so overwhelmed. Her followers did the same, the alleyway filling with the thunderous sounds of their transformations. The battle was about to begin, and there was no turning back.

"No, no! You were good people! The best parents ever!" A tiny, sad smile touched her lips. "We weren't good people." She said it quietly, without flinching. "Your father and I. Before you. We were part of things,we did things,that we spent seventeen years hoping would stay buried." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They didn't stay buried." "Who." My jaw was so tight it hurt. "Who did this. Give me a name." "It's alpha drakan.." she muttered. The name sat in the air between us.

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator's soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

I gave him a sheepish smile, looking up at him from under my lashed, but I don’t think that was working. “Gina…I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.” His words were a growl and they helped sober me up like nothing else could. “Really? And what were you doing hugging that girl?” I snapped at him. “You disappeared with her in some alley or something? Was she that good?” “Jesus, Gina! She’s nineteen!” Draco snapped. “Her mother is an escort and she has no other family! I gave her a job here so she doesn’t have to go out and be judged by others for what her mother does! The kid was traumatized with what just happened!”

Not just that, he barely came to school at times, and the few times he came, he was always to himself. Even as it was an established fact that Draco had wronged her, Kyra could not help seeing him that way. So, she decided to try talking to him. It was only after constantly checking up on him, that Kyra found out that he had lost his mother, all to the same enemy, the hunters. It hurt her so much that she even told the brothers. In her mate's exact words, "they felt sorry for him, but there was absolutely nothing they could do to help." They also warned her to stay away from him, and put all the softness in heart she held for him aside.

Savanah asked, but by the sound of her voice, I knew it was a statement more than a question. “Yes,” Draco replied. He had calmed himself enough to continue his story. He looked like it was a task he needed to conquer. “As soon as she burst into flames, all the teenagers and children ran away screaming. My mother was so panicked, she kept trying to calm Helena down, saying that my father couldn’t see her like that.” Draco became increasingly upset while he was telling his story, and I wasn’t sure if he would be able to continue. But after a few deep breaths he began to carry on.

“I will give you both a befitting reply after I see mother” Ronilda scoffed and walked out into the backyard, Alec did not give it much attention. He walked to the end of the hall and entered his mother’s room. She laid in bed asleep, under the covers. He could see how frail she looked and the illness was taking over her body and consuming her. Alec felt guilty for feeling the rage every time he thought of his dysfunctional family. Now seeing his mother sick in bed; barely able to move, he blamed himself for being a bad son, for not coming home after he left; not even to visit. Tears welled up in his eyes, Nuri was right; moving them to the village that he used to live in would bring him som

"That is the former Sovereign leader of the DragonBorns." The room fell silent immediately. Ambrose and Draekon looked at each other for a moment, neither saying a word. "If I am not mistaken, Hashemii is Merakkai's father, not so?" "Exactly." Another bout of silence ensued. "So what you are trying to say in essence... is that the DragonBorns have a hand in my mother's death?" "Sadly, I believe so." Ambrose nodded, his eyes softening in sympathy for his Alpha. Draekon had lost his mother in a rather cruel manner years back. Since then, he hadn't stopped secretly trying to find her killers.

“Draco is my mother’s twin brother. He is a special werewolf breed. He is a Lycan. “What? Do Lycans even exist? I thought they were all tales”. “There’s a reason behind every tale”, I say quietly. Eric turns to me with a frown on his handsome face. “If Draco, your mother’s twin brother is a Lycan, then your mother is also a Lycan. Does that mean you’re a Lycan too?” I nod my head. “Yes”. Eric sucks in a deep breath. “You’ve known all your life?”