Draco Scorpius Novels & Stories

The roar surprised everyone, but Aleksandra even more since that same roar was the same as the one, she heard previously, and the situation is very different from the previous ones. When everything calmed down, in his mind the name of the beast was heard DRAGON "I am not impressed by that event; the descendant of the avant-garde hero definitely must have had something very good" Alfred says with a smiling expression, he knew Aleksandra's story very well, to which she responds "It's true, I've already chosen my race, I customized my beast, I guess it's all over" The group goes to God to find out the next step to end this.

He was done with anyone talking down on Rey, and if any member of the council thought he would get away with it this time, then they were dead wrong. It seemed Chieftain Dray would be the perfect scapegoat. "What about her?" He growled lowly, and Dray cowered, but he continued. "Her brother was turned into one of those monsters; it's only a matter of time before he poses a threat to—“ "Enough!" Orion spat, the sound of his growl rattling the table. Silence ensued; no one dared move a muscle, but Aleksandr sat up slowly, his expression carved from stone.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Purple strands went flying towards the mountains where the rest of the dragon shifter tribes lived. Pieces of the orb fell to the ground, igniting the wood around Mortus. His screams of pain had my eyes pulled to him. Both my dragon and I watched in as Mortus’ body turned black and slowly to ash. His screams ceased as his torso crumbled. Shaking his head, he let one more word escape his lips, “beloved.” Scorpia fell to the ground, grabbing her chest. Clawing at her heart, a warrior came to her side, rolling her on her back. “Leave me!” she cried out. Her wings fell back into her body, screaming.

Drac staggered a few steps back and immediately resumed his position before his master. "That is for disappointing me." Waylon spat out "If you know the price I paid to Scry for her location. It was the life of one of my favorite nymphs, her blood was used to scry across planes and realms by a fey sorceress. Now her death was worth nothing." Drac lowered his eyes "I am sorry to disappoint you, my lord. I will look for the fairest nymphs from all over the realms. A mixture of a variety of both tree nymphs, water nymphs, cloud nymphs, flower nymphs-"

Draco and Kiara travelled extensively between the dragon and human realm. They were blessed with twins within the span of the next couple of years. They named the twins Casius and Christopher. Draco stopped annexation of more lands. Even the Hell Hounds were glad to have a truce after the devastation that Draco had caused them. As news about Draco's changed demeanor and the miraculous rebirth of Kiara spread, more and more creatures from all around the dragon realm, came forward to form an alliance.

The shaking of the platform intensified and it rolled Draco almost to the edge. Tradd walked closer to him and without batting an eyelid, he kicks him off of the platform, sending him down to the hungry, awaiting snakes. The animal which is the same kind as him. His screams of terror can be heard as the large snake slithers up his body, encasing him whole, crushing his bones. “Draco!” Olga screamed his name. Soon, he was reduced to nothing, but a delicious meal for the snakes.