Draco Trilogy Novels & Stories

The same dragon that had scared the shit out of everyone in the selection. Fear coursed through me, my body falling to the ground. Had Adam figured out my deceit? Had the dragon prince tracked me down so quickly? Had he sent Drogo to end my escape? However, the fear I felt was fleeting, replaced by an eerie stillness and an overwhelming sense of tranquility that I felt on my own first personal encounter with the dragon. It was as if Drogo meant me no harm.

"Aleister trained Aiden and his twin sister Addison in the eastern empire,they had lived like commoners and when the twins clocked eighteen ,Aleister knew it was time. A ring was given to Addison and a necklace to Aiden by their mother before she died,the necklace and the ring were royal identities which was given to Alarie by his father before he died. It could break any black magic spell. Aleister,Aiden and Addison sneaked into the royal house in the northern empire where most of the vampires controlled with black magic were working as slaves,the twins were able to set them free with the necklace and ring,together they fought against the dark witches.Addison and Aiden fought side to side a

Marcus exclaimed gritted his teeth, "That day Henry came to save us and he gave us all the proof about Jacob betrayal and handed me a golden box that can save us. Henry was afraid that King Draco will definitely attack the Crystal Kingdom to reach the Kingdom snake. Draco is a coward who always backstabbed everyone who trusted him, his devilish greed to rule the magic made him insanely selfish Wizard." "He knows that he cannot attack the snake as both the kingdoms share the same ancestors. He deliberately attacks the crystal kingdom made Henry escape abandoning his beautiful crystal palace."

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

"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.

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!”

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

“Really? Then you must see Draconos Isles … it’s where the dragons have lived for thousands of years. I hear they even have a world of their own in a different dimension.” Mentioning the dragons had made Tristan remember the core that he had lost. He would never give up until he got his hands on it. It was only then he realized he had gone too far away from his plans. Instead of heading into Drava, the ship had taken its route onto Andorhal, in quite the opposite direction. And he had lost the orb. How much worse could his journey get?

*** The silence left in his absence was deafening. I moved around the corridor alone, the omegas passed me with quiet nods of respect. I moved around to busy myself, my steps soft. Draco had left for war. I knew what he would return with. Blood on his hands, a conquest behind him and maybe even a girl, one with eyes bright with revenge and a future snatched away just like mine was. The thought made me feel so… helpless. What was I doing? Who would I be when he returned with another gir?

If the founder dragons and High Priest had ever known about such a thing, I'm sure they would have kept the dragons out of harm's way. As I sat at a small wooden table, I gazed around at the men. All five men looked to be tired, but no more than William. Yesterday we had seen Markus, and the truth about my feelings for him had come out. Although now that I thought about him, I didn't feel anything. The love I had so dearly held onto had vanished, leaving a giant hole that seemed to be filling with hate for the man. His name no longer filled me with happiness, instead, it flamed something darker within me. Sitting beside me, Talios cleared his throat. Running a hand down his long curly beard,