Draco X Lucius Novels & Stories

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

But the latter ran to the side before he could reach her in such agility that neither of the Seven Geniuses remembered she possessed. Drake stood up and slid his hands inside his pockets before turning his back away. He just stopped when Lucian called his name. Without turning, he said, "She's going to win. I'll see you around." Lucian looked back only to see Chloe dropping from the wall and falling face first towards Black Harod. She twirled her sheathed sword and parried it against Black Harod's raised weapon before she moved past his body. Lucian and the others sat there, dumbfounded. They stared at the rolling head that came apart from Black Herod's body and came rolling in the ground wi

Damon had humiliated me, cut our alliance and made it clear he thought his pack was too good for mine. He'd taken Lyra, that weak, pathetic little Lyra and elevated her to Luna of the most powerful pack in the region. He'd thrown his power and status in my face at that mating ceremony. Well, two could play at intimidation. I'd called for Marcus immediately. My Beta had arrived within minutes, and his expression when he'd seen the body had been carefully neutral. "Accident?" he'd asked simply. "Does it matter?" I'd countered. "She's dead either way."

“I am Lucian Drake, the immortal and I have come to make a deal with you.” “You, Lucian Drake…” the voice echoed again, “What business do you have with us, the Wizards of the scarlet sky?” That was that they called themselves? I almost scoffed. I lifted my chin. “Like I said earlier. I’ve come to make a deal.” “What deal?” “I need you to be on my side.” There was silence for a second, then the voice returned, laden with disgust. “Lucian Drake, the immortal… you are a notorious man. Bloodthirsty, selfish and obsessed with ruling over the supernatural world. And now you want us to be part of your ploy?”

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

The only thing he lacked was a pair of dark horns and a tail. I don't know why he looked shocked and confused, but I didn't ask. Maybe he didn't expect someone to recognize him. "Please, Master Lucifer, don't leave me with them; they'll kill me." I begged,bending much lower to kiss his feet when he turned his back on me. Before he could respond to me or I could convince him once again to take me with him, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I looked back only to see one of Alpha Benna's men throw the huge blade he always carried with him at me.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

"The beam was falling right for us and he just threw himself over us. I tried to push him off but he would not move." The young Lycan's eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with difficulty. "Your Majesty," he rasped. "Did I do right? She said we are all one people now. I just wanted to prove it." "You did perfectly." My throat tightened. "What is your name, soldier?" "Marcus. Marcus Stonewell." "Hold on, Marcus. We are getting you out." But even as I said it, I saw the amount of blood. The way his breathing rattled. He was dying.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.