Draco X Lumi の小説・ストーリー

“Hey, Draco. Look, I know that you are angry about your leg. I am doctor, maybe I can get you a prosthesis or anything to make you walk easily.” I shake my head when I recognize Xylon’s tone. He is bringing up the leg on purpose. He is going to drive this witch crazy before all this is over. “I don’t need your help!” Draco’s reaction is proof that he hit a nerve. “Calm down, man. You look cray cray when you spit out lightings like that,” Xaden jumps in, amused. I really have daring sons. “Shut up!” Draco roars, sending his lighting everywhere.

Thalia asked while turning face to me. “Sable said at the end of the book that he would go through the connection between Thaddeus and Draven in his next book.” I explained. “I have heard of Draven Darkmoon, it is said that he has never lost a battle. He is stronger than a hundred Alpha's combined, and he draws his strength from something called Death's Eclipse.” Thalia said with worry evident in her voice. “I truly hope that all Sable wrote was just to gain fame and that it wasn't true. If it ever turns out to be true I doubt that the SilverMoon Pack would escape his wrath.” She lamented.

Lucien bit back, his ice blue eyes glowing. The room was filled with the thick pheromones of two dominant alpha’s clashing, the tension reached a whole new height as everyone shifted uncomfortably, plagued with the urge to shift or bare their necks in submission. The weaker of the lot fell to the floor twitching uncontrollably. For a short tense while none of the Alphas backed down as both were now but few moment from shifting

The sweat beaded on his corded neck, pooling in the well of his collarbone. My fingers went to pinch his pink nipples, twisting them hard between my thumb and forefinger. His hips lost their tempo for a second and he grunted, a wash of goosebumps forming along his broad shoulders. The blue ink of his dragon undilated violently, emerging and encasing us in its ethereal light. Thane's hand found my throat, and we both couldn't get enough of each other. Each thrust sent us into a delirious high. The light grew brighter and brighter.

Alpha Damien smiled and turned to look at Draco. “Look at him very well, you should be able to recognize him.” Alpha Damien said to Draco. Draco turned to look at Luka again and shook his head. “I really can't recognize him. I don't know who he is.” Draco said to Alpha Damien, he made a first and clenched his teeth angrily, he was so angry that he couldn't do anything to help his friend and even if he did he was going to be suspected as well.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

“And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His family’s bloodline is draconic royalty.” Lyra’s lips curled mischievously as she concluded, “And last but certainly not least, Lucien Virelith, the incubus. Darkly charming and playfully dangerous, he’s the one who leaned in close to you just now. He has a talent for getting under your skin, both literally and figuratively.” Seraphine blinked, her gaze darting between them in disbelief, as if they had just performed a scene from some twisted dark fantasy film. “You’re joking, right?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

the second man said. I held up my arm and he looked at my bracelet. “He was sent here by Sorin.” Costin opened a tablet and I assumed accessing my file. “Yeah, look, it says it right here. There is no division for gray dragons because they’re so rare. He wants daily updates on him.” The second man looked at me again and back at the tablet. “Welcome to the group. I’m Dorin Albescu.” “Wynter Grey.” We shook hands and I noted that he had the same surname as Sorin and made a mental note to make a friend of this man.