Draco Trilogy Novels & Stories

"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!" ----

"My dear Draco. I have walked this earth for one thousand and eighteen years. I have created life one thousand times and made to lose it the same amount. Afterall these years I finally know the pain your mother suffered to lose a life she carried. However, I know it is not her I must forgive. I was made to walk this earth in eternal torment for the anger I had that cost you your life. I forgave your anger so long ago knowing it was not you who was wrong. I know you loved me and that you chose me. My fear of losing you caused me to rise to anger and in the anger I lost you anyway. I hope you know that I never meant to hurt you. Even still I love you just as much as that very day. I have blame

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

"Sir Draco was from Swallowston and joined Wyvern Peak as a soldier when he was eighteen. At twenty-two, he joined the war legate selection and became War Legate Draco. During that same year, he made himself a legend during the Battle of Azure Creek." "Can you tell me more?" Nova asked. Gloria smiled and waved for Nova to join her on the couch in the living room. She then began telling Nova Sir Draco’s story. She recounted the whole saga from the establishment of Wyvern Peak to the appointment of War Legate Dominus, to the changing times, and how the Creator controlled the world. Nova listened intently, and Gloria shared everything she knew. That night, Nova had sweet dreams. Perhaps because

“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.

( A wild grin across his humanoid face) MARTHA : Tch… you deducing my ability is not going to deter me from what I’ve planned for you DRACO : I would have it no other way…. ( coming to a halt at the middle of the church aisle) Martha takes out a sword from underneath the altar and begins to walk towards Draco DRACO : That’s it, come to me and face your final judgment MARTHA : I’ll kill you….. Martha begin to run towards Draco with a menacing look on her face, Draco forms another dark ball on his palm and sets it loose…..

“Ryder, I don’t have much time. I’m being poisoned by someone close to me and the Florida Elders have reported your wife and son’s dragons. I’m sorry for what will happen to you because they will come for them. A friend of mine wrote this spell for you, any witch can perform it, the people present in the room will remember you but everyone else will forget your history. Your life will be erased and so will your accomplishments but that will also set you free. The first dragoness in our history will either be tamed or killed and I’m so sorry. Perhaps you’ll still have time to stop the attack. Hurry Ryder, your family’s not safe.” “They’re dead,” Lucas said clenching his fists. “Any retaliatio

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

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

With every second that passed, microscopic fractures in my bones were sealed, and my muscle tissue was knitted back together with terrifying density, becoming harder and more resilient than steel. This was the core of the Dragon Cultivation Art—a brutal, unyielding cycle of destruction and rebirth designed to forge a mortal body into a divine weapon. ​Hours, or perhaps days, melted away in the timeless dark of the abyss. Time lost its meaning in a place untouched by the sun. ​Then, the heavy silence of the cavern was broken. ​A low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows of a nearby tunnel. The scent of fresh dragon flame—radiating faintly from my skin as my core adjusted to its new state—ha