Draco Rap 소설 & 이야기

"Firstly, my name isn't MYSTERIOUS GUY, my name is Damon Draco. Secondly, this doesn't look like your domain, thirdly, I didn't trick you to come here. Think of it, you came by your own wish, in better word's, you brought me here and that's why I call the shots wherever I go. "Guys....RUN." Drake screamed and they took to their heels. "Not so fast." I said. I ran after Drake and jabbed him from behind and he fell unconscious or maybe DEAD. The other two came lurging forward to attack , but I was more than ready for this. Setting myself in a defensive position, I waited for them to get closer. One of them lurged forward speedily with curled fists aiming for my head, but opps I ducked, making

replied Drake, his voice dripped sympathy over the loss of such a fond friend, “Bah to the prophecy, I mean the ailments, Christ, you guys have it worse, at least Wolves can be treated if it’s caught in time, you guys just keel over,” “Sometimes, but sometimes we suffer through many attacks before our hearts finally give up, my grandfather had six over the course of three years, during which time he was unable to shift, all he wanted was to fly one last time,” Drake, not accustomed to speaking about his family had finally opened up about the painful agonizing death of one of the most famous Dragon-shifters, “Draco, that was his name?” Charlie asked, he already knew the answer, Draco was famo

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

~In a sigh, lots of worries are hiding Stop thinking about it, You already know it all In the middle of the road, in the moment you want to give up Shout out louder So what, what, what~ - (BTS) So What ----------- ----------- ------- "Gahhh!" Draco shrieked for the nth time that day, clutching on to Wraya's scaly back with as much of his strength as he could muster. His blonde hairs flew back wildly, while his whole body seemed to be buried in Wraya's scales. "This is madness! Madness I say!"

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.

“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.

Joel silently followed behind me, his footsteps quiet as he lingered a few steps behind and yet, I knew he saw everything. Draco was wearing a white casual T-shirt and black jeans with a black denim jacket thrown over his shoulders. His shades were in his hair and he was wearing converse shoes instead of his regular polished boots. The casual attire had thrown me off when I had first seen him, mostly because I had never seen him wear casual clothes to this extent before. No one would be able to tell that he was the Capo de Capi, the most feared man in all of New York, just by looking at him right now.