Drake Fantasy Creature Novels & Stories

He will fight till the end and if I don’t do something, it’s sure to happen. Drake threw his arm out attempting to hold me back. I had forgotten that he had come here with me. “Demi, don’t. Let me!” Before I could protest, Drake’s body started to change. I have never seen his true demonic form before. He began to morph into a creature that towered as tall as any dragon. He stood on two legs with hooves for feet. His legs bent in an unusual way that would remind you of a goat or something of the sort. His skin was black and leathery, almost looking like burnt flesh. His face and torso still remained, his hands had claws and his head held two huge horns that curled. His body had a red glowing

The night of the Copulation Ceremony arrived beneath a sky heavy with the light of the three moons. Kaelith led Lyra to the highest balcony of the Obsidian Tower where a magnificent creature awaited them. It was a Nightveil Drake — a sleek, winged beast with obsidian scales that shimmered with inner starlight and deep violet membranes on its wings. Its eyes glowed molten silver. The creature lowered its massive head only for Kaelith, rumbling deeply in recognition. But when Lyra approached, the drake surprised them both by gently nudging her hand with its warm snout, a low, affectionate purr vibrating through its chest.

“Not clearly, not until recently. Last week, we saw it. Three of us. It was like nothing I’ve seen before. Taller than a wolf. Almost... twisted. Faster. Vicious. And its eyes...” He turns towards me then, and I see the memory flash behind his eyes. “Crimson,” he says. “Like fire in the dark.” I go still. Every part of me freezes around the words. His gaze sharpens. He must see the recognition in my face. “You’ve seen it too.” I don’t answer. Not yet. My thoughts are already racing, colliding with what I’ve seen, what I know, what I fear. Drake doesn’t press me. Instead, he leans back slightly, exhaling. “Our elders, after we described it, they think it might be a lycan.”

“You need to be more concerned about the fact that only your wife should see you naked. Anyhow, I have managed to help you with a pair of shorts, and for now, I do suggest that we not kill your brother or the witches, yeah?” Drake got up from the ground as the rat let go of his leg, not that the rat actually wanted to. The creature literally exploded as well as the spiders. One big spider formed in the middle of the room, and shooting a massive web, it caught the witches, and Drake, forcing him to shift back to human.

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.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

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.

Panic surged through me as I realized how out of control the situation had become. Then, just as things were getting dangerously intense, I felt a sudden, powerful force. It was like a hurricane of rage and aggression. Drake's eyes had changed, his pupils dilating into slits as he transformed into his wolf form. His snarls were feral, and he was no longer the Drake I knew. Terrified, I managed to break free from the brawl, stumbling backward. I glanced around for help, and that's when I saw my mother, her eyes wide with concern. She rushed forward and managed to pull Drake away from Jake.

She looked at me confused, her glow dimming slowly, until her hair and eyes reset to normal. She opened her mouth and after a minute said, “He- he hurt someone.” She blinked and turned her head to the side. “Really - who are you?... Are you… like me?” I cleared my throat and thought for a moment. She didn’t seem to know what to think of me. And while she felt something, I don’t think she knows what mates are. “I’m Drake. Uh,” I took a breath, “I’m not human if that’s what you mean.”