Drake The Snake Book Novels & Stories

Drake becomes fascinated by the firelight and stops fussing, his little hands making grabby motions at the sparks that are flying in the air. Scott keeps him prudently away from the heat. “I don’t think you’ll like them as much if you catch one, my little Prince.” Drake snorts, but keeps watching the sparks like fireflies in the air. We go over to a buffet table, and Scott gets Drake some applesauce. He’s really starting to enjoy his solids, and it’s fun to watch him gnaw away at different things and discover new tastes. My father and Queen Cirri are standing between the drinks table and the chocolate fountain. Queen Cirri laughs at something my father says, and I feel warm and relieved insi

You can’t move because I command it so. “Drake I don’t understand.” “Girl you are bait for a very important witch. It’s what you human’s call a real do-gooder.” Drake could see she was having trouble understanding what was going on. Samantha was petrified. She stared at Drake as he flashed black as night for a spilled-second. “What the hell!” “No, not yet.” Smirked Drake Snapping his fingers, Drake watched as Samantha dropped to the sand with a thud knocking the breath out of her. He took his time moving her around and making sure she didn’t make a sound.

What a sly snake! "You keep teasing and bullying me to no end!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. However, Basil just stared back at me, stupefied. Then, he wailed and said, "I never did that!" I wasn't interested in his explanations. I just said, "Stay farther away from me. You're a bad snake!" Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!"

They had already gone through ten books, but Syanna felt like it was right under her nose. Then it hit her. Right under her nose. She glanced down at the spot she took the dragon book from, skimming the shelf for anything about vampires. Her heart leapt when she spotted a red book, with black lines all connecting to the centre where a ‘V’ sat. “This has to be it,” she mumbled to herself. “It has to be.” But as she tried to pry It open, the book wouldn’t budge. She dug her fingers between the pages, trying desperately to get it open, but it wouldn’t move.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

The title was etched in bold silver runes: The Fate of a Dragon. She traced the letters with her fingertips, a shiver crawling down her spine. A tragedy, the blurb on the back declared. "Urgh. I'm already having a nasty day, do I really want to make it worse?" She dropped the book but didn't walk too far before she stopped and turned back. Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more.

DRAVEN A dramatic sigh echoed behind me. "Oh, come on!" The voiced whined from the shadows near the bookshelves. “I have spent weeks improving my lightness skill,” Ariel said. "Weeks, Draven. Do you know how difficult it is sneaking around a palace filled with paranoid creatures?” I heard his footsteps as he walked further into the study. "I didn't make a single sound! How do you always do that? You truly wound my confidence.” Ignoring my silence as usual, Ariel strolled across the room with a carefree stride that belonged anywhere but a war fortress. He threw himself into one of the leather chairs across my desk, and placed his boots up on the edge of the wood.

He just wipes his mouth with his sleeves, turns around and walks away. My throat closes up as the screen turns black. I think I’m traumatized. I barely notice as Drake reaches forward and takes the burning tablet from my hands. I barely notice when he covers my trembling fingers with one palm, stroking it softly. “This… this isn’t real,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Why would he do something like that…?” “Because Harlan Kane is a fucking monster,” Drake snarls, his voice burning with conviction. “He doesn’t care who gets hurt, whose life he destroys, as long as he gets what he wants.”

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”

Drake is a monster. “I’m here to compile what is mine. He beamed when I looked into your eyes, I could no longer compromise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my name?" “What is yours?" I asked, whirling to get up on my feet. He giggled at me. “Your torso, of course. All your body is meant for me, little slave.” “My body is meant only for me,” I answered back. “Uh…” Mr. Drake’s voice came out low as he gave me a nasty, evil chuckle. “Does it seem you have forgotten who your master was? Do you want me to help you recall everything?”