Draconian Dramione Novels & Stories

I could see how upset he was over my words, any wrong move would trigger him. "The meeting ends here today. Tomorrow, I'll summon all of you again, and I won't see past your incompetence so be prepared." He said, then stood up from his throne and looked at the ancient witch. "Fall down." The ancient witch whispered softly then gave a bow to Ducan. "The shield is down." She reported. He walked out of the room without a word and soon after the generals followed. Oni and the ancient witch were the only ones remaining in the throne room with me.

"I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you really miss him." "Dreadfully. My Raiden. My soul. My mate." I had heard Thane say that once before. "Mate?" She blew out a heavy breath. "Life partner. Chosen by our dragon counterpart. Dragons are sterile before they choose their mate." "How is mating different than sex?" The words fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop them. "Nevermind." My face was red hot, and nothing slipped by Katarina's intense gaze. She arched an elegant brow. "What are your motives with my son, Evelyn?"

“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?”

She messed with it occasionally, scowling as it tangled in her curls. Dain, on the other hand, seemed wholly at home in his dark dress shirt and slacks. His crown was perched atop his brow and was made of some kind of strange metal that resembled a night sky. Each razor-sharp point was topped with a gemstone star. Just as I took the seat next to Orion, Draco entered. He was freshly changed, his frosted hair now brushed and hanging down his back. Our eyes locked instantly, and a flood of warmth spread throughout my insides. It was insane to think that I’d missed him during our short time apart, but I had. I’d missed him and Azrael so damn much I could still feel the lingering ache in my chest

“It requires you to be an actress, Rachel. You’ll have to be seen as the wavering leader. People will look at you with pity. Or worse, with contempt.” “I’ve survived worse than a few dirty looks, Damon,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve survived being a prisoner. I’ve survived being an outcast. If a bit of public weakness saves this pack from a famine, I’ll take it.” Damon leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. “Seven days,” he whispered. “We give the lie seven days to take root. If it hasn't worked by then, we end the theater and we go to the border with steel.”

The other guy and Vin watched him horrified. Lyceon walked back and sat on the chair placed for him beside the table. He stared at Drake with a nonchalant face and drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for him to vanish. And then it happened. A loud scream numbed their ears and Drake shook badly on the chair, helpless. He twisted his body parts in pain as if something was devouring him from the inside. His face was turning from blue to black and his painful scream instilled fear in his friends.

she yelled in tears but it only made Damien's hold tighten. Lucas couldn't bear it. "Damien!" He yelled. "Why are you yelling my name, huh? I'm only trying to grant the lad's wish. Besides, I promised you a show. This is a great one. You should be enjoying the show with smoothies and popcorn and not calling my name like a maniac." Draco tried to break free once again, making a futile attempt to breathe but his struggle didn't work. His struggles slowed as he got weaker with each passing moment.

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

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.

Draco said and Damien immediately turned to look at him with a confused expression on his face. Draco let out a small laugh. “You should have seen your face when you talked about Kira. Your face literally lit up ten times more the second you started to talk about her,” he said to his friend. Draco cleared his throat as he moved closer to Damien. “Listen Damien, I know what I'm gonna say is gonna sound very cheesy and all but I've seen the way you look at Kira and I've also seen the way she looks at you. You both used to be like fire and ice at one point and now, you're both just able to melt at each other’s gaze. I remember when I found out that your cousin was my mate,” Draco chuckled as he