Draco Trilogy Novels & Stories

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

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.

“Let them panic. I want them to remember what it’s like when a snake crawls back into their garden.” --- Somewhere in a dark alley on the south end of the city, Clark stood in front of a broken mirror. He’d washed the blood off. Changed clothes. Looked... normal. But his eyes still burned with vengeance. He picked up the phone. Dialed a number from memory. “Yeah?” a deep voice answered. “It’s me,” Clark said. “Clark?” “You ready to finish what we started?” A pause. “Always.” Clark smiled. “Then let’s destroy William Dray.”

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I run towards him screaming, "Noooo…." Matteo tries to get him back, but the dragon's leg pushes him hard, and he falls violently on the glass balcony door. He falls covered in blood. My father was screaming to leave him, but nothing happened. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. Luckily to no avail because if he succeeded, he would fall into the void. And there, his death would be inevitable. "Give my father back." I scream again. By the time I got there, the dragon had moved away from the balcony.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

Even at that, they still kept watch throughout the ride home, occasionally glancing around to make sure they weren't followed. Draco looked around the house making mental notes and last minute preparation for dinner, while trying to make sure Tyler didn't get half the food into his stomach before the guests even arrive. He had always loved cooking even as a young boy. His grandma had thought him everything he knew about the art of preparing food, she shared all her secret recipes with him and they bonded over meals. He really missed her, funny how she was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. Maybe it was his greed or he just loved the danger, but deep down he knew this was just