Draco Stars Novels & Stories

“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.

she began, and for the first time, her voice trembled, “I felt everything we fought for crumble. I knew something bigger was at play something that had infected the council, the elders, even the packs we called allies. So I followed the trail. I dug through archives the Council had hidden, blood-soaked records, forbidden letters, traitor confessions. I spent years piecing together the web he’s spun, and Aurelia... it’s massive.” My stomach twisted. “You’re saying Draco is still pulling strings across the continent?” She nodded gravely. “Not just across the continent. Across nations. Across species. Markus Draco is no longer just a man. He’s an idea. A symbol. To the cults that worship him, h

"Sir Draco was from Swallowston and joined Wyvern Peak as a soldier when he was eighteen. At twenty-two, he joined the war legate selection and became War Legate Draco. During that same year, he made himself a legend during the Battle of Azure Creek." "Can you tell me more?" Nova asked. Gloria smiled and waved for Nova to join her on the couch in the living room. She then began telling Nova Sir Draco’s story. She recounted the whole saga from the establishment of Wyvern Peak to the appointment of War Legate Dominus, to the changing times, and how the Creator controlled the world. Nova listened intently, and Gloria shared everything she knew. That night, Nova had sweet dreams. Perhaps because

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons. Corithias Tiegres and Geoffrey all three attacked the red dragon. He let go of the Phoenix and she transformed into her human form as she fell. Corithias swooped down to grasp her gently in his talons, taking her back through the hole she made in the bunker wall as her phoenix. Still in dragon form, he laid her down and licked her face. Alicia moaned and came around, waking up to her dragon staring at her. She giggled and kissed him on the snout.

Leo’s safety would be in danger once he found out who he is, and more importantly, once he found out what he is and who his father was. “They are fraternal twins, not identical ones, so I doubt that they share a mate”, Dr. Sina elaborated. “However, if one of them goes into heat, and they are not marked, chances are that the other one will feel it. It is also tied to the fact that their dragons had been dormant. I can feel hers is woken, but if Leo’s was as well, it would have had a domino effect on her too”, he explained. “So, this is happening because Leo’s dragon shifted???” Celia asked. “Not necessarily. He could have been in heat, or alternatively, he could have been marked, creating an