Draco Rap 소설 & 이야기

DRACO. Draco awakened with a jolt, another night terror, the same as always. He had left Stacey on the bed and opted to sleep in the living room for this particular reason. He got up and tiptoed to check on her, the morning light was starting to seep into the room, he adjusted the window blinds in an attempt to block out the light. She looked perfect, asleep in his bed, completely at peace, her gorgeous body splayed on his bed, sated from their lovemaking the previous night. She still had the bandage concealing the gun injury she had earlier the previous day. Someone was making an attempt on her life and it put him on edge. Something told him it might as well be the same person who'd hired h

"Dragons, living among humans." "For centuries," Marcus confirmed, navigating through traffic with preternatural precision. "Though 'dragon' is an oversimplification. The ancient texts called us *Kasarith-Vos*—'those who bridge realms.'" "Your writing captured it rather well," Xaihuang remarked. "The elemental affinities, the societal structures. Quite impressive for someone operating on subconscious memory." Sage stared at her phone, where DragonCoin updates continued to flood in. "If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences."

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face ‘AAAAAHhgggg…..…… AAAAAHhgggg …..’ Marduktema roared and pulled her both hands up and showed his blade sharp elongated disgusting finger nails, she opened her mouth equal to my entire arm and gave out a loud roar ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg…..’ and immediately marched towards Draco who himself was having killing intention in his eyes.

Dan’s most ferocious men were single-handedly defeated by Draco. The six men struggled but they got up on their feet. “Do you know why I broke one arm each? The six of you are veterans who came back from the battlefield yet you become the hitmen of some lousy gangster? The six of you are a disgrace!” Draco then slowly removed his glasses, which had remained in place throughout the brief fight. When the six men saw Draco’s face without the glasses, they were dumbfounded. “Chief Commander Draco Lang?! The chief commander of the War Dragon Squad?!”

He yelled, "You two! You're Department Six and Divine Constabulary leaders! You're making a fool out of yourselves by fighting each other!" At that, both Grant and Geronimo felt ridiculously uncomfortable. They then bowed to the old man, greeting him. "Elder Crain!" Draco was much older than the two. He wasn't even of the same generation. Hence, he was considered among the rarest and oldest heroes within America. Putting his status and power aside, Draco was experienced enough for the two to refer to him as 'Elder Crain.’ After realizing who Draco was, Quentin was stunned. He didn't expect that his family matters would get such a powerful man involved.

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.

I couldn’t say if it was because of our first skin contact or simply because I saw him as Axel through and through. “My queen,” he replied, his eyes flashing with lust and pride. I felt them so potently inside me, pushing the thought of Alpha Eckon away and into my chest of full of reserved memories. This dragon king had easily bound our bonds together, just like how the alpha king of the werewolves and lycans tied our souls in the first meeting. “I—I haven’t known your name, milord,” I muttered, dying to know it. “I am Raxelan, the king of the dragons, and your mate.” He puffed up his chest and gave me an arresting smile.