Draco Stories Novels & Stories

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more. "The story of a half-blood dragon who lived unloved, unwanted and destined to fall under the weight of her own power." Fru almost laughed. Why does this sound like her series of applications to different guilds. Tragedies were not her taste because she had seen enough of it in her life. "Give me a heroine who marches through worlds and conquer hehehe" Fru smirked at her own imagination. "It looks interesting though, what's one more tragedy to the list" she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book.

He probably did not even invite any of his friends in the first place. Draco slowly picked up his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. “Looks like I have been caught.” He met Kyra’s gaze. “You deserve a far better mate than these fuckers. And no, I did not accidentally discover this waterfall. I have always known it was here. To be honest, I’m not sorry I lied.” He walked away from them. “I have unfinished business with these brothers. But I will not spill their blood in front of you.” With that, he disappeared through the tree line.

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.

“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.

This was the oracle healer my people were talking about. I knew the story of the first great battle between the dragons and werewolves. Two alphas—the dragon king and the alpha king—competed for one mate. No one wanted to give in. No one wanted to share. Pride was above them. Hatred fueled their hearts, so in the end, war broke out. And this continued until my generation... Now, I had the chance to find out what truly happened, and it seemed this story started when Alpha Eckon first met her.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

"Don't use it until you absolutely have to. Because it is mostly death." "Except Vera." "Except me, but Nova died." "It is strange. Nova couldn't have died," Blaine said. "It had never happened in the history of Draconia." "But I have read about wolves losing their wolf spirit when some tragedy happens." "Wolves, yes, but never dragons." I nodded. "We have alread established I am a freak. Let's go. I am going to chop those assholes into pieces..." "Remind me to never cross you!" ----

Beside him, he looked at me. "After," I said. He turned to face me fully. The terrace was quiet. Below us the estate was lit and full voices from the main room, the sound of Kara's tea distribution in progress, somewhere the distant controlled sound of Rocco in the training yard being very moved by things. All of it alive, all of it here. "I want to tell you something," Draco said. "Yes," I said. "When I was twelve," he said. "When I took Rocco's demons. I didn't tell you everything about that."

Asrar nodded as he helped his brother to his feet while Chris ran for there bags. “Uncle up.” Roland asked as he lifted his arms up. “I have to get a blue truck to before I go or I will have a very angry nephew at home.” Asrar spoke as he lifted Roland to his arms. “I have a spare one in the house you can take him. Roland is coming into his dragon powers very quickly and goes through toys like crazy.” Drezic spoke. “I’m sorry about your wing.” Asrar spoke quickly. “You didn’t know, plus with her it’s probably healed.” Drezic smiled as he kissed his wife. She hummed happily before realizing.