Draco Stars Novels & Stories

Mason said cautiously. If Drake loses his sanity, he is more dangerous than Draco. So he is threading carefully with Drake. Drake didn't let any emotion to show on his face. But he folded his wings back into him and let the healer look at Nyra. 'Mate' the fairy fire called for Drake, making him flicker his eyes and look at Nyra. 'Fairy fire, help Nyra' he pleaded. 'I am trying to. But I cannot saves two lives alone. I need your help' the fairy fire confessed.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

There were other races that shared this fate, the phoenixes being one of them. Now, the Star of Salazar was referred to as the slithering dragon because of the history and origin of the dragons. It was said that this particular star was a dragon from ancient times that had ascended into the clouds and become a star, and that when it had grown bored and tired of being alone, it had birthed others that looked like it – dragons, drakes, serpents and even snakes. It was the reason why some believed that a snake could become a serpent, and that a serpent could transform into a dragon. While there was some truth in this, it was not completely accurate. The reason this was so was not relevant now.

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.

And it had such a fine meal in front of it. The Draco was strong, strong enough to suppress the evolution of most creatures in its domain. Because of this, the Draco has yet to taste the flesh of other superspecies. There was the Terba Titan but those creatures were outside the Draco’s territory and have yet to encounter one. Ximi is the Draco’s first superspecies prey. It was understandably excited to feast on such a powerful animal. It took a hearty sniff at Ximi’s body. The smell of blood and fear mixed to create a delicious scent.

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.

Jo reminded himself to ask the Servant not to laugh anymore because it sounds scary. “Okay, we’ll use your term. Aliens. Yes, like us, Draconians are aliens. They come from the star Alpha Draconis, in the constellation Draco. Just as we have the destiny to guard and protect Earth, the Draconians’ main purpose in life is to destroy life on earth.” “So you guys hate each other for lives?” asked Sarah, to which the Servant answered enthusiastically. “Yes! You’re quite right. We are the mortal enemy.”

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period. Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.