Drakes Dragons Novels & Stories

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

she says with complete sincerity. And this is what's wrong with dragons. Being at the top of the food chain is not the greatest place to be in my opinion. "Dragons are wonderful," I tell her, which is a bit of a lie and creates a slight twinge inside me. "When two people mate they should like more than the color of one's skin or scales. It's important that we're compatible in other ways and I'm afraid we aren't." Goddess, please let this be enough. "You're lying," Drayce says with a slight quirk to his lips. "Dragons don't lie and it's a very bad thing to do because it becomes a habit."

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

drake immediately caught me and pinned me to the wall . I tried releasing myself from his grip. but it was of no use ,he was way stronger than me. Instead he became more angry. He then asked me ,who was the guy I was hugging soo happily. I was shocked ,wait is he angry for me for that. I them replied "mr.knight ,please calm down and listen to me ." He then replied in a very calm but dangerous tone . "Its drake baby ,its drake." I stayed silent for sometimes as I was very scared to reply to him.

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.

Amidst a wave of exclamations, Drake, who was located in a private room not far from Severin's, dressed in a bright yellow robe embroidered with golden dragons and clouds, looked at the Bianca Grass on the stage and his eyes lit up. "I didn't expect Eastern Sea City to have a ninth-grade herb!" Ninth-grade herbs were hard to come by, and countless supreme paragons would be willing to break their heads over them. Even with the Dragonoid's wealth spanning the Four Seas and its profound heritage, there weren't many ninth-grade spiritual herbs in their treasury.

I had forgotten how beautiful this place is. “uh, well, shit. I didn’t think this totally through.” Drake voiced. “What do you mean?” I replied “I don’t think I should be here Ryder.” Before I could respond my father’s, giant dragon form drops from the sky with an earthshattering boom. The ground shakes beneath us, and I move to hold onto Demi, so she doesn’t fall. My father’s dragon roars, and fire erupts from his giant mouth. I grab Demi and push her to the left as Drake moves to the right, narrowly escaping the flame.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"