Drake Fantasy Creature Novels & Stories

She explained. I listened intently, absorbing her words. It was a revelation I hadn't expected, a reminder that the bond between dragons and their riders was far more intricate and mysterious than I had ever imagined. How was Freya related to Drogo's ancestors? O didn't understand? She was nothing but an Omega werewolf. "How is she related to your ancestors? " I asked, looking at my Dragon. Drogo's nod meant she had no idea at all. "At first I thought it was the mate bond, but it seems it isn't. Freya had just shifted into her wolf form and I felt the gene of my ancestors inside of her. This is something I don't understand, the only one who could unfold this mystery is the king of the dragon

"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh

Drake's body is well proportioned with just the right amount of muscles, and she remembered the sensation when she slept next to Alpha Drake, with her head on his shoulder and her arm over his abs. Every part of his body was hard. Well, maybe not his raven black hair. That looked silky. The image of the black wolf from her dream popped into her mind. He had black fur that was very soft, and his eyes were icy-blue, just like Drake's. That was a very vivid dream and Talia remembered it clearly, even the scent of the forest and dark chocolate, almost like it was not a dream. "I bought you these clothes and I want you to wear them.", Drake said without turning to look at her and Talia hoped that

I never believed this tale since this was just a made up tale for small children’s to keep them away from wandering in night, but I think my understanding was proven wrong as this awful looking lady looks just like the Marduktema mentioned in tales. As I was lost in my own thought I saw blue colored flame emerging out of Draco from his hands and in blink of an eye it turned into a shape of thick whip. ‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face

And with ease, he took over that Lightning which Stacy has send to him. Then he redirected it to where some of the Rogue wolves where. The loud sound of lightning boomed striking there, now much powerful than what Stacy had send. The wolves all quickly whimpered, jumping and scattering away from that area. “What are you,” Stacy shouted in unbelief. With an evil smirk Drakes quickly extended his hand to the once heir of the Warlock kingdom and drained away, taking all her powers. “Mom,” Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die.

Chapter Three – The Song of the Dragons (Fred’s POV) I had never seen anything like this before. Drake’s lair was a world of its own—vast, endless, and pulsing with power. The stone walls weren’t ordinary rock; they shimmered faintly, like veins of molten gold ran beneath the surface. Giant pillars stretched toward the ceiling, some carved with ancient symbols, others scarred by claw marks so deep I could only imagine the battles that caused them.

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

Most witches have sprites as pets in case something goes wrong with their spells. I swim that last few inches to the edge of the rock wall surrounding the spring pool that I used to take Daydra into the cave not yet getting out as I look around making sure no one and nothing has seen me. This isn’t the hot springs pool, that's on the other side of the waterfall. Not many know about this secret entrance in the crystal cave or that the crystal cave is still inhabited.Not just sprites but other little supernatural creatures live in there too. So many hunted and used, for what they possess as abilities and powers. It makes me angry just thinking about it.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”