Draco Stories Novels & Stories

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

he says. “I have to make them pay,” I sob. “We will. You can help me stop them,” he says. “How,” I ask? “I will teach you everything. It won’t be easy but I know you can do it,” he says. Draco kept his promise to me. We buried Jayne and Aurora. He allowed me time to grieve. When I was ready he showed me how to bid on breeders. He taught me how to act and what to say. He taught me to mind my thoughts and be ruthless in the presence of others. With my new identity and will to succeed I helped Draco rescue thousands of breeding fairies from all other the world. We have not stopped them all but we have saved many.

said Drake. "There is something strange about Anna's death," said Wilona. "Explain what you mean!" “In the war in the past, surely Your Majesty remembers what happened, right?” asked Wilona to begin. Drake's mind drifted back to that time, where creatures still ruled the earth and humans still worshiped them like gods. Stories about mighty dragons still exist in today's tales, they are a legacy from that era. The young Drake became king after his father died. Dragons rule the earth, they inhabit volcanoes, deep seas, and forests, but they coexist peacefully with humans.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

It sounds fair, doesn't it? "That was a lie! I've only ever loved you, and I did it all for Nanette's—" "But I truly love Kendrick," I interrupted. Draco's lips trembled as he snapped back, "I don't believe you." "I don't care anyway." I shot him a disdainful glance and took Kendrick's hand as we turned toward the car. But Draco didn't leave. Instead, he moved into a unit near my apartment. One day, I had just stepped out of the office tower when fireworks exploded across the sky and formed a gigantic, glittering heart. Draco stood beside a convertible with an armful of roses in one hand and a ring in the other.

Too slow. My claws slam into the first dragon before he even finishes turning. Bone cracks. Scales split. The creature tumbles from the sky in a spiral of blood and fire. Another dragon lunges at my flank. I twist midair and rake my claws across his wing. He drops instantly. Around me Emberhold’s dragons crash into Malrec’s forces like a falling storm. The sky becomes a battlefield of wings, fire, and tearing steel. But I barely notice. Because Seraphina is still there.

That would be one of the greatest victories any king has ever achieved. "What happened to King Draco?" I whisper the question to Cara who stands quite close to me. "I have only heard rumours that he sought to double-cross King Elon during the casting of a spell with the vile blood that Queen Rowena sent to King Elon's palace. A curse turned him into a horrid creature," she excitedly whispers back.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

He's been abusing her and now wants to do it again right here in the car park with me and some strangers who might be passing by at the moment as his audience. * * AUTHOR'S NOTE I don't usually write dark theme books, 'Sold To The Rouge King' will be my first. The theme is necessary, given the context of the story. So before you read 'Sold To The Rogue King', bear in mind that Draco is a psycho. He is a hybrid so he's meant to be dangerous and cruel. Some of the things he will do might be triggering to some readers so consider this a fear warning ahead. I totally detest weak female leads. Just like Ash, Victoria will NOT be a weakling. Draco will surely meet his match in her.

Before I could put together a sensible reply, Draco was already speaking to the little crowd. “As a few of you may already suspect, Sera and I are second-chance mates and the pup she is currently carrying is mine. I came up with the idea of the union of both packs and convinced the Council to give the verdict.” Draco’s words had alarmed the pack’s leadership, and they all watched him warily. I glanced in his direction with a frown. He’d single-handedly alarmed the entire table with his speech. The pack’s experience with Ralf’s betrayal had made everyone wary of pack politics and power struggle and the appearance of Draco raised doubts as to his purpose with the Still Moon Pack.