Draco Stories Novels & Stories

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

“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.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

I was a bit taken aback, “No it's not that, it's just. She's a pet- A snake, she just had an opportunity to evolve and own a human-like body. Pets rarely get married, they don't have the ability to last without their master. That's why most of them rely on their master, to survive.” Draco hummed and pointed straight ahead, the water colours had changed and become heavier. We were now at the seven hells realm territory. I sighed. The skies were dark with barely a shiny star in the sky. “This place looks sad, gloomy and lonely.. I love it! This is totally my type. Crescent moon is so shiny and bright, makes me sick sometimes.” I smacked Draco lightly and he giggled at my annoyance. I exhaled a

“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.