Drakes Dragons Novels & Stories

But that , seemed not to be the actual case from the very beginning . Draco soared through the skies with his little Damian perched on his back.His kingdom below erupted in excitement and anticipation. His loyal subjects had been waiting for their leader to return, to restore order to the chaos that had overtaken their world in his absence. Master stood like a proud father as he watched him land. However Draco's true parents were nowhere in sight. It wasn't strange given that Dragons never were to filial at least The males weren't.They were more territorial.Ever since he took over his father's throne, his father was reduced to a shadow figure.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

The dragons of Adistaktos called it The Festival of Strength. Seven nights of blood, flame, and spectacle. And this year, it was hosted by Segrenry Exhugh at the arena. The Arena of Drakoryth sprawled across twenty acres of consecrated ground, a colossal coliseum. Its outer walls rose like mountains — forged from adamant brick and shadowstone, a fusion of unbreakable earth and long-dead flame, bound together by old runes. Within, the amphitheater has sweeping circles lined with bowl-shaped seats carved from pure onyx, each vast enough to hold a dragon in full splendor. The dark stone shimmered with draconian enchantments, shifting in warmth or chill to suit the will of whoever rested upon it

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

If Tyr had not responded earlier, he was planning to hit Liam’s head. After Tyr was gone, Drake, too, let out a long sigh of relief. When Tyr had asked him ‘are you trying to speak for him?’, Drake was so frightened his heart almost stopped. That domineering and terrifying aura would always be fresh in his mind until the day he died. This man was a dragon. A real dragon!

Tordin whispered, the man who had been silent in the group. Zarek would murder everyone if anything were to happen to his mate. Dragons were extremely protective of their mates, killing to protect them if needed. Being the largest dragon in existence, there was no telling what would happen should his mate die. “Let us research as much as we can. Find any records, should they exist, of this working.” Samelle shut the book, drawing in ragged breaths. Fear raced icily through his veins. He would not fail Zarek again.

I said to her as I walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug. "I know," she sighed and hugged me back. "Stay out of trouble, we'll be back late tonight," I said to her and Hannah. Jay and Thomas would lurk around the house until we got back home. "Where are you going?" Chris asked me. "The Drake most probably," I said and she nodded. The Drake was a dragonkin club that we owned. We were still underage so we always went in through the back door and drank in the basement where we also had illegal fights happening. The fights brought in big money and upstairs was the exclusive club that was a legitimate business.

[Carnelia] One thing to remember about drakes is that they cannot resist a good chase. Especially if the drakaina they are chasing is their fated mate. The pull to chase, catch, mark, and mate is so overwhelmingly strong that a drake denied this instinctual right will find themselves falling into a heat so terrible they will tear down the world to complete their union. It is such a part of dragon society, especially among royal dragons, that unions are not considered properly sealed until the chase has occurred.