Novel & Cerita Draconic Humanoid

I sighed one more time before asking, “Why the hell can't I breastfeed Draco? He's my son” “Our son isn't human. If you breastfeed him, he'll grow too strong. He's already really big right now, in two years, if breastfed, will have the mentality of a twelve year old. That's growing too fast, it won't be fair on him” I sighed and put my top back on. I forgot my son wasn't human. “So what is Draco then? I'm a witch from Crescent moon you're a what? From the seven hells?” “Don't flatter yourself, love, you're not a witch you're human and i.. am a god of dark energy” Said Cameron making me scoff. As if!

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

In the next second, Girga Lyon’s body grew taller and taller, followed by changes in his face and skin. Then Nero heard the sound of bones snapping rapidly. “I came to make sure all of you never get out of this place.” The form of Girga Lyon has been fully changed. He was now a Draconian, but Girga Lyon was not like any Draconian Nero had ever seen. He towered so high, almost three meters high, with a head full of scales, a pair of red eyes and rows of sharp pointed teeth as he grinned. Nero pulled Einar, Servant called out his spear, and Jo mounted a stance. Maybe because Jo was now immune to Draconian attacks, he didn’t need to use weapons.

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.

His roar snapped my eyes open and had my heart pounding. He transformed into a snake like creature my face scrunched up in confusion but as it dawned on me who this was, he was coming straight at us. The heart still in his hand but too much fury had overtaken him. His eyes, black as the night, he wasn't in control. I had no time to think when Daydra gripped the sides of her head and snapped her face up and at the creature running at us. Obvious to me her memory was not back yet because she didn't recognise who this is before a monstrous scream ripped through the cell aimed directly at him.

"How can you, a mere human, free me?" It placed her down but kept its tail hovering behind her in case Sophia tried to bolt. She gazed up at the large dragon, beryl orbs wandering over its body with curiosity. The mythical creature was... beautiful. Ebony scales, piercing red eyes, talons sharp enough to tear through human flesh. No matter how much danger the mystical being radiated, Sophia could still see the majesty and grace as it gazed at her.

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

faces, dossiers, crime scenes, each a monster in its own right. “Diovolo Castellano,” Salvatore said first. A handsome man with sharp eyes and an arrogant smile filled the frame. “Daemon Castellano.” A taller, broad-shouldered figure with a scar running down his cheek stared back. “Draven Castellano.” The youngest, almost ethereal, his beauty is a dangerous bloom. Then finally... the last image appeared, and my breath caught. Draco Castellano. The man from outside the cathedral. Sharp features. Dark eyes. An expression devoid of warmth. He looked terrifyingly emotionless in the photograph. A king raised inside violence.

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.