Draco Veela Novels & Stories

“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.

asked the elf warrior who came to greet him. “Welcome, Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector Of The Sky, the last dragon of your kind. Why do you come here?” Draco answered confidently. “Ni túl ana cen- moriquende tar-, Ruven Omanelis ar moriquende tar-, Lenna Omanelis. Ni túc- i sarat -o albus ninque. I elder pella I elders,” Draco replied in Elvish. “I come to see Elf King, Ruven Omanelis, and Elf Queen, Lenna Omanelis. I bring the letter from Albus White. The elder beyond the elders.”

"You'd really do anything to have me watched, won't you? All you want, is to control me." Silence ensued between them. "When would you go to see Dronikos?" Draekon asked, sweeping the previous topic aside. "Who's that?" Her brows kissed in genuine confusion. Draekon wasn't sure why he felt disappointed. "My dragon. Andronikos." "Oh, the beast." "We all are." "Except HE is a filthy beast." The moment Vaelora said that, a sharp cry burst through the roofs. One that sounded like a broken cry.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

It’s only as we get closer that I hear him murmuring. “Come on, Galeus. Come on, heal yourself buddy. You can do it,” he says. It looks like when the big dragon blew these two into the mountain, one of them crushed Galeus. He's part dragon, fire dragon, but he’s mostly Komodo dragon so he looks like a lizard when he shifts. I look around, seeing Macchus pushing his way out of the mountain. “That fucking bitch! Next time I see her, I’m going to blast her,” he snarls, just as Galeus begins coughing up blood.

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

“Or anyone who threatens her kin.” Brie closed her eyes as the political implications settled like stones in the room. A Dawlya Circle Keeper whose loyalty lay with the Draynor throne. A sorceress who could rival an entire Dawlya High Circle. A power that merged not just with a mage… but with a dragon. “Is she… stable?” Brie asked, quietly.