Drake The Snake Book Novels & Stories

) Such nerve. A small snake looking creature suddenly appear before me, it's eyes fully bright crimson and long horn on its head, and had a great ooze of drake aura on it. Meaning: it's not from the system world. ( Master, you're such– a snake...!!!!) I screamed pointing my finger at it. Voom! Thud! Flop flop flop! Damn, I completely forgot about that buddy. . . . A beautiful shade of red was applied smoothly to eyelids, mascara was used grace the long blonde eyelashes which quiver slightly. Revealing the hazel grey eyes of a cutie.

She froze. “Let me tell you something, Tabitha,” I said, folding my arms. “Drake is a snake, yes. He whispers, he schemes, he manipulates people like you. But I have faced monsters, real ones. You think Drake is something new? He’s not. He’s just louder than the others, but not as powerful.” “You can’t be sure Kaidon will believe you.” “I don’t need to be sure,” I said. “He knows me. He knows I don’t speak unless it’s truth. He’ll listen.”

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Jet-black hair slicked ruthlessly, running gear black minimalist clinging lean predator build, scarred jaw, set determination quiet. He matched pace, silent blocks, obsidian eyes side-glance assessing, breath even controlled—no words, just presence invasive, intimate. Sweat gleamed on porcelain skin, dragon tattoo peeking from the collar flash as he accelerated subtly, forcing my burn higher. Tension simmered air-thick, no touch—proximity stalking electric, his smoky citrus weaving my exhales, power imbalance humming under skin without a graze.

Nicole asked, trembling. "You saw the snake, right?" she added. "Yes..." "Wait, what was that name you said?" "Apophis. It's an ancient Egyptian evil serpent god," Jake replied, getting the book which Nicole saw its cover glow in a bright orange light with a strange symbol on it. "What? How...how do you know all this? And why is a thirty foot snake attacking us in a library?" "Calm down, okay. I'll explain everything but now we have to try and not get killed. Can you do that?"

I didn’t know what it was—some kind of gas, maybe something in the air—something deadly to dragons. I turned to Drake. His fingers twitched. His body tensed. His breathing was getting worse. He was dying. I panicked. I covered his nose and mouth with my hand, pressing down hard. If he couldn’t smell it, maybe he wouldn’t breathe it in. Maybe it would buy us time. Drake’s body jerked. His eyes snapped open in panic. He couldn’t breathe. I could feel his pulse pounding against my palm. His fingers dug into my wrist. He was fighting against me, his body desperate for air. But I couldn’t let go.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

So far so good. But the real nightmare started ,when it was almost night .I was reading a book and I heard Drake closing his laptop and I suddenly felt a chill in my spine .I heard his foot steps coming towards the hallway .I uncomfortably shifted from my position and stiffed . I decided to continue doing my own work and not be bothered by anything . Then his unconditional request came . Drake pov: I stretched trying to relax my sore muscles .I checked the time it was almost 6 in the evening .I closed my laptop an went to search for Emliy .she was in the hall watching a movie while eating popcorn .

After checking all the rational sites and reading books written by rational people, I decided to go the other route. First, I found the theory about the reptilian people, and when I delved deeper into it, I started reading myths about shifter dragons. The artistic depiction of these creatures was almost similar to what I had been seeing. Why the f*ck was I hallucinating about dragons? Some people believed that they were living amongst us disguised as humans. Other's believed they were humans with special abilities that could change their forms. There were lots of theories about these beings, and I almost started to believe them, especially when I read an account of a woman that wrote a very