Drake The Snake Book Novels & Stories

the boy stuttered out, a look of loss crossing his fingers. Death smiled, "I would have known if the beast of the fire dragons was here Edwin, your father is hard to kill, " he said grunting. "Dragons? " I echoed. Death looked at me, "Yeah dragons, big lizards that breath fire, " "We are not lizards, " Edwin whined. Death chuckled, "you know I didn't mean it little one, I fell in love with one remember? Now I can't get rid of her, " he muttered.

Declan muttered while his head was still lowered. “Wait, so you’re saying you’re a—” Rayna said with rounded eyes. I nodded before she could finish her sentence. “Su-Anateph means ‘Your Majesty’ in dragon tongue, Rayna, and yes, I am the King of the Dragons, although I prefer not to be called one,” I explained. From my periphery, Kelan rose and neared me. “Your mate here is too humble to accept his status as our ruler, Your Highness,” he said just as he playfully threw an arm over my shoulder.

"What did you do when she begged for help?!" "I'm- I'm so sorry- mighty dragon, I pro-promise I won't do t-this again" Adrain screamed angrily and snapped his neck, cracking the bone and dropped him on the floor. The guy lay there, eyes widen opened and mouth parted, his hands still clasping together. No more breathing.

The humidity made it difficult to breathe, and the menacing snakes in this place were nothing short of terrifying. "Another one!" River pointed, indicating a massive beast at least twenty feet long and two feet wide, sliding through the trees. "These things are fucking creepy." I took out a machete and chopped the damn anaconda in half. "Afraid of a snake?" Drake teased. "Not afraid, grossed out." Big or small I hated snakes. "Leave him be, Drake. Chase has serious childhood trauma he is dealing with." River chuckled at me. He was an asshole to bring that up.

“Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…" “No, no this is so wrong”, Dragomir shook his head. She crawled towards him and peered closely at the paper, “What’s wrong with this?” “You can’t see this?”, he asked in surprise, “You can’t see what’s wrong with this?" She shook her head, “I haven’t seen a dragon” “Dragons don’t roar…see”, he pointed towards the writing scribbled just in front of the painting of the dragon. Its mouth was opened wide, “Like Dragons don’t make any such sounds ever”

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

Drake reassured with a small smile. Elaina nodded in understanding and kept trying. After sometime Drake got an idea and he reached out to take the harp from her, “How about we take a little break and learn something new?” He suggested. Elaina frowned a little but let him take the harp. “What do you mean?” Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new”

It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head. It’s eyes seemed to plead with her. Madchen couldn’t take her eyes off him, it had to be a boy she just knew. Instead of being terrified, she felt strangely safe and comforted. She reached a shaky hand to his nose, and the dragon bent his head allowing her to touch him. “D,Drago?” she whispered. The dragon purred as she rubbed his nose. He closed his eyes in contentment as smoke bellowed from his nostrils. Madchen watched in amazement as Drago appeared before her, in all his naked glory.Before she could move, he had her wrapped safely in his arms.

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

Blake whispered back, but she didn’t believe him. ‘Ah! To hell with this!’ Blake heard Drake from the egg, and everything was quiet. ‘Did Drake give up? What now?’ Blake thought and was about to reach out to Drake when there was a tremendous explosion from the egg, making eggshells fly throughout the room. Drake, the little red eastern dragon, was hovering there with his eyes closed. Everyone around, including his parents, was astonished by the power he gave out. Opening his eyes, he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as a powerful force developed within him. Before he knew he belched a fireball and landed on the floor. Drake then looked around with innocent eyes that would make any