Draconic Name Novels & Stories

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Elder Peter asked me. Baz stood tall next to me, he roared softly in my mind, and Jax and Preston's eyes flew open. I could still see the sweat on Rev's brow as he took deep breaths. Jax stumbled slightly as he climbed off the bed and I got a good look at the dragon on his back. It suited him perfectly. "His name is Gradarth," Jax said and his father smiled proudly. "And yours Mr. Scott?" Elder James asked Preston. "Zurden," he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before.

He wore a general’s coat and uniform with red and gold motif and a thick golden chain across his chest. “Welcome, Lord Titus.” Damien greeted the person with a small bow. “So, this is the hatchling.” The czar dragon said, his voice booming like thunder. He held the small dragon in one hand and placed a forefinger on the little one’s emerging horn. “I bestow upon you the name Aidan. Child of fire, bringer of fire, dweller of fire. May fire be your weapon and protection.” With that, a blue flame came from the elder czar dragon’s forehead and descended on the little one. It seemed to seep into Dragon’s head and made him tingle. Lord Titus gave the dragon child back to Damien and looked around.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

I couldn’t say if it was because of our first skin contact or simply because I saw him as Axel through and through. “My queen,” he replied, his eyes flashing with lust and pride. I felt them so potently inside me, pushing the thought of Alpha Eckon away and into my chest of full of reserved memories. This dragon king had easily bound our bonds together, just like how the alpha king of the werewolves and lycans tied our souls in the first meeting. “I—I haven’t known your name, milord,” I muttered, dying to know it. “I am Raxelan, the king of the dragons, and your mate.” He puffed up his chest and gave me an arresting smile.

“There’s more. The scent on the corpses wasn’t just wolf. There was dragon shifter energy mixed in. This wasn’t the work of rogues. It was a hybrid—a powerful one.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is a big problem.” “Exactly,” Drake said. “We could be dealing with a hybrid who has the energy of both a vampire and a dragon. Or a wolf-vampire hybrid.” “They have names, you know,” Drake added. “What?” “A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits”

Said the dragon that was now standing in front of Matthew. Matthew looked at it with awe. “You’re a dragon.” “A Dragon Emperor. My name is Draco Blair, the Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” His voice was filled with pride. “Draco.. I have heard about you.” “Of course. Nevermind that, as I said, I am one who brings destruction. Your power is sourced from mine, but your power is not the same as mine.” “What does that mean?” Matthew asked. “I cannot explain it, but simply said our powers are the same and different at the same time.” Draco shook his head. “That’s not the point. What I meant to say is that your power is for destroying, not protecting.”

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.