Drake Fantasy Creature Mga Nobela at Kwento

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

Drake's voice unintentionally broke my train of thoughts and I sighed, walking up to the table that has some broken cups and jug. "The water is..." the cup and jug were in my hands as I turn to tell Drake that the water had finished, when I saw something scary. I thought he has been healed or what exactly is happening? Little Drake gradually turn into something beast-ful, it started skeptically from his slender hands growing into a thick dark hair covering his body- his eyes automatically turned red as he stared at me with hatred - having that I - have - found - my - prey look. His transformation was purely indescribable.

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

Beside her stood Drake, the embodiment of untamed power, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored her own. Their mission was clear: to seek out the elusive Alpheno, a being of immense power and shrouded in mystery, rumored to be hiding within the confines of the Water Nation. Lyca, with her intimate knowledge of the land and its people, served as their guide, while Drake's formidable strength and unwavering loyalty provided a formidable shield against any who dared to stand in their path.

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.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

When Drake first laid eyes on the monstrous creatures that Lucas had under his command, he simultaneously had a foreboding feeling about the situation. Drake, on the other hand, is not like the other people in that he is aware of the history of the monsters that Lucas brought with him. Drake is very familiar with the background of the creatures that Lucas brought with him. Drake had previously employed these beasts as a defensive mechanism in an effort to forestall Dylan's return. Their power is so terrible that even Drake is frightened of it and chooses to stay away from it.

"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

The whole place was a boiling pot of screams and sorrow. Drake neared the black throne of his father in his demon form. A large goat-like figure with horns. Something like that could easily equal the strength of a dragon, Drake thought to himself. It had been a while since Drake let his demon side out on full display. Living among humans didn’t let him indulge in such pleasures anymore.