Draconian Dramione Novels & Stories

“Dracolian, you should know better than to assume anything like that considering the investigations we’ve made. That breeder is just a twenty-five-year-old human who grew up in Brindlemark with her family before being taken as a whore in Kalingrad.” “I’m not deluding myself,” Draco hissed as he turned to face Alfos. He huffed a breath and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “That female out there is nothing like her. And will never be. It’s been so many years after all. Dita is dead. I know that more than anyone. I buried her myself.” He bit his lips, strolling past Alfos. The beta turned to look at Draco’s rigid form, nodding his head. They’d better accept the truth and live their lives

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

“Why do you not want me to bother?” “Because she is ordered not to interact with you. Dragons are loyal, so if I tell her not to do something, she won’t. If she does disobey me though, she will experience an intense pain that will make her wish she could die.” Cyran shrugged as he started heading upstairs. “Why do you always have to be an ass?” Placing my hands on my hips, I started rethinking the part about wanting to be in a rush to escape. “Oh, by the way, did you like everything that my Maid bought for you? If there is anything else you need, just let me know.” He turned toward me, with one foot on the bottom step, appearing to be uninterested in what I said.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I caught his wrist and snapped the bone instantly. He laughed again, mad, absolutely mad. Then suddenly I saw someone coming in, it was Lena. The princess strode into the corridor with two northern warriors behind her. Her amber eyes widened briefly at the destruction. “Well,” she said dryly. “Things escalated pretty quickly here.” The attacker hissed violently at the sight of her. “Vale blood.” Lena’s expression sharpened. “You know us?” “The old packs remember.” Then he lunged again, directly towards Gina.

"Darling, you have to stand up for me!" I stared at the woman holding my arm in confusion, noticing that her foundation had gotten on my sleeve. Her eye makeup was smudged with tears, and she looked rather terrifying. She pointed at the man in the private room, and she was clearly pissed. "Darling, he wanted to hurt me. I almost lost my innocence." Meanwhile, that man was utterly shocked as he pointed at his face, which was smeared with red wine.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

"You! A man with no seed in his blood! You expected me to give you a golden dragon? Look at yourself! Do you have the ability?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "If I had not overheard the healer talking, I would still be worrying that something was wrong with me! This is all your fault! You have no ability, but you dream of golden heirs! You deserve to wear the horns of a cuckold!" "Die!" Drakon's face darkened. He drew his sword and ran her through the heart. Caspian shifted into serpent form and tried to flee. Drakon transformed into his golden dragon shape, seized the serpent with his claws, and crushed him alive.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord