Draco X Lucius Novels & Stories

“Alright. But Silas… the children… I need to be sure they’re protected. I can’t fail them.” “You won’t fail,” he replied. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Finish the journal. Learn what you need. We’ll end this together.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. My hands were steady now, my resolve hardening like steel. I returned to the journal, whispering under my breath as I read the dark truths. Draco’s origins, his obsession, the cursed lineage tied to Bianca Weller, all of it now clear. We know the anchors. We know his weakness. And we’ll destroy him.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

So Drake and Blaze attended the meeting as well. Lucas smiled at the orange dragon. He too heard a lot about the orange dragon back in the human world. "Likewise Mr Hamilton. It's good to meet you here" Lucas greeted Drake politely. But he ignored Blaze, who has a smile on his face. "So now you decided to ignore me" he commented. Drake and Dillon looked at the duo with confusion. Lucas snorted sarcastically. "Do we know each other Lord of the dark realm?" he asked with a blank face.

“Lucius, this woman is Miss Darla. She wanted to meet you and uncle thought she would be a perfect match for you.” Lucius knows about Darla, she comes from one of the owners of a finance company, and he knows everything about the rumours that Darla's family company has the support of Isaac. "I don't need to know her. If uncle is finished, uncle can go.” The elevator opens, and Lucius prepares to leave, but Darla catches his hand. Lucius stopped his steps and looked at the woman who put on a pitiful face by highlighting her two half-exposed breasts—She's sexy.

Lucien was not surprised that the sorcerer could call his name even without turning to look at him. “Great sorcerer, I need her gone,” Lucien growled, without preamble or hesitation. “Drasa, I want her dead by all means.” The sorcerer’s eyes glowed with ancient malice as he turned to look at Lucien. “You seek to kill a hybrid,” he rasped. “ It is not an easy task, but it is not impossible to do.” Lucien’s heart pounded as he was surprised to hear that Drasa is a hybrid, but he must do what brought him here. “Tell me how to go about it,” Lucien stated without consideration.

Draco. Draco was enjoying watching Titanus teach the new gladiators how to become mortal gods. The training ground was littered with bare-chested males sparring and fighting under Titanus' command. Draco casually watched them from the veranda that overlooked the gladiators' den. He wrinkled his nose when one of the gladiators crushed his opponent's nose, drawing massive blood. Titanus smacked his whip over the ground, urging the gladiators to fight harder. The swinging and clacking of the wooden training

I welcomed his plan. And who in his right mind could reject such an escape from the jaws of the dragon? I looked into the dark ceiling as I flash backed my past. Never had I thought I would ever end up in such a circus of horrible and disgusting events. But here I was to either die or prepare to die later. "Am in for the plan, but we have to be very careful with our steps. Any wrong move and we will all be dead. If Clemont Hill..." "You don't have to mention his name. Even the gods ain't happy with what you are going though. You don't deserve this!" He retorted.

“It’s bad, Lycan. I need you to hear me out, please!” I turned, ignoring him, seeing Helen perched on the stairs, peeking through the railing as she watched the Fae call out helplessly for me to listen to him. “Juden took my wizards!” I stopped cold in my once determined tracks. Helen slapped a hand over her mouth to cover a gasp. Turning to face the traitor, I eyed him carefully. “What the fuck did you just say, Russo?” He bowed his head, collapsed onto his knees in utter exasperation. “The wizards… they’re all gone, Lycan. It was shortly after the attack where they made us turn against you and your mate—” He looked to Helen, tears in his eyes.

If looks could kill, I'd have dropped dead that very second. Ava gave me a grin before looking at them, her face turning serious. "Do you remember that girl?" She pointed to the girl in chains. "Yes, my Queen," they replied in sync. One of them looked a bit frightened. "You," Ava pointed at him, "tell me what happened." "Yes, my Queen," he bowed. "Master Sacredos drained my blood into a glass and I remember him putting in powder of crushed vervain before serving it to her." "And what happened after she fainted?" Ava leaned forward in her seat, anger clear in her words.