Draco Rap Novels & Stories

Everyone has choices and the ability to change your life if you want to, especially when that unexpected twist happens. In my case, I had a few twists coming my way. The Nataly twist didn’t really impact my life as much as it would have if I’d really loved her. I was already cold and unfeeling, she just made me less trusting than I already was. I spent six months pouring my soul into that rundown house and by the time I was finished, I felt like a new person. My name is Blake Cannon but I’m better known as Jericho. I’m six foot three and I average at about two hundred and sixteen pounds. I have dark brown hair and gray eyes and you’ll never see or feel me coming.

1 year later Vladimir and Red were visiting the castle. Elleanna was restless as she paced her office alone. This past year she had given Dracon another son. She named him Dracon Vladimir Fredrick Dragonia Jr. Everyone called him Dracon Jr or just Junior. He was about to be 1 year old and looked exactly like his mother, but had his father’s hair color. She sighed and then let out a frustrated growl. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She let out a breath as she walked towards the office door. She walked to the ballroom and picked up her guitar and decided to play a song and sing along to it. The song she picked was Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift that featured The Civil Wars.

And with that, she ended the call, leaving the silence ringing in his ear. … Draco sat motionless for a long time, simply staring at the phone in his hand. Slowly, a grin spread across his face, wide and deadly, his perfectly white teeth flashing like a wolf on the hunt. “Well, well, well,” he murmured to the empty room. “Didn’t think today could get any better than this. And here she is… handing me a throne.” His eyes drifted lazily to the body sprawled on the floor nearby. The prostitute lay twisted where he’d dropped her, with glassy eyes and a mouth open in a frozen gasp. There was a small pool of blood under her head, soaking into the rug.

Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire. A birth that no one thought was possible as any similar match died during childbirth. Draco was also a mastermind at disarming and infiltrating places no matter how secured and guarded it was. “I know why they’re here”. Dario said to hakes as a sigh left his lips, watching one of his pack members flip about three times on a single swing attack by a warrior. “They’re not ready for a war or any fight, so let’s try to see how we can accommodate them without a war”. He says so because he knew very well that the vampires would have had to pay a huge sum in order to get Draco to work with them.

Nigel reported. Draco’s face twisted in rage. “That bitch dares to sell what’s mine?! Where are they making the deal?!” “They’re meeting tonight on a private yacht, sir,” Nigel replied, a hint of panic in his voice. Draco was like a furious lion. “Give me the address! I’ll finish that damned woman myself!” he roared, jumping into his car and speeding off. Instinctively, Nigel rushed after Draco, who was already gone.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Draco, I'm not Olivia, I'm Erada " ****

Roland tried to reason with Draco. When Draco hears about Nyra losing her life, he snarled at Roland. Roland flinched but stood his ground. "Drake, you need to snap out of your pain. You need to protect Nyra. She needs your help now. She needs a healer, Drake. You need to take control. Draco is not understanding what we are trying to tell him. But you do. I know you can hear my words. You need to save your mate and now your wife" Mason pleaded with Drake.

She quickly took out the only card in my wallet and threw it at the clerk’s face. “Look at this, you idiot!”she snarled. It was an unlimited black card. The back of the card bore a signature in bold, flowing script— Draven Ashcroft. The two clerks froze instantly. Their faces showed shock, quickly replaced by reverence and fear. They held the black card, looking at me in terror. “You... you are...” I sighed, and Veronica proudly declared, “This is Mia! She is Alpha Draven’s one and only mistress!”