Draco Stories Novels & Stories

Zelda I could feel the tension building in the air as Drake and Jake's growls grew louder and more aggressive. I really don't know why they were growling. Are they dogs? Or wait sorry ignore that question. "Jake, you don't have a chance with her so forget about it," Drake snarled, his face inches from Jake's. "You think you can just waltz back into her life and act like you own her?" Jake's eyes narrowed, and he shot back, "Drake, you don't know that, this is between Zelda and i so back off"

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

Delcy remained where she was, silent. Draco’s rage was only partially unleashed. He was still showing mercy by not having Elsa and Delcy torn apart on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to feed them to his lion. But all his anger was held back because of Luna. He cared deeply about her feelings. If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t even listen to the pleas of these two vile women. “Nigel, release Samson,” Draco ordered firmly. Samson was Draco’s male lion—a magnificent and terrifying beast. Anyone who saw him would be paralyzed with fear.

Assuming his mate was from witch realm Draco, Draco, Saltus and Petro decided to head to Witch Realm to meet Witch Queen Zaramaru and find his destined mate, however last night when Draco was peacefully sleeping in his room he felt a sudden discomfort… his body was unknowingly set on fire while his Dragon urged to get on surface… he instantly transferred into his monstrous Dragon form and tried flew up in sky… Draco was uncertain to what was happing however his Dragon was determined to fly to Witch realms, unfortunately before they were able to fly to Witch Realm and unknown pain took over his entire body, his mind and heart were filled with mourn and before he could conclude anything Darco

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”

The leather shimmered briefly, then the journal practically sighed, opening to reveal pages I had never seen before. “Oh, you little devil,” I whispered. The inscriptions shimmered in black ink, letters and symbols weaving together in a pattern that almost felt alive. I read, slowly at first, then faster as my heartbeat picked up. Draco’s history sprawled across the pages like a dark map. An orphan from a village where witches had been burned. His sister killed alongside him. Rage had become his inheritance, shaping him into the man he was today. The journal was clinical, cruel in its precision, detailing how he had experimented with bloodlines, experimented with people, always seeking perfe

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.