Drakes Mythology Novels & Stories

Cyran moved me to stand behind him, just as he once had the first time we met, and a group of Dragons had been after me. A few yards away the man that had tried to grab me, was struggling to get on his feet. When he looked up, I didn’t know who he was or why he had tried to take me. I wasn’t given a chance to think about it any longer, because Cyran rushed toward him again, as if he were going to kill him. “He is human!” I yelled, hoping that I was fast enough. Cyran came to an abrupt stop just a foot away from the man. If I knew anything about Dragons, they were forbidden from killing humans. Even as King, Cyran wouldn’t be able to kill him without suffering massive consequences.

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

Raisel handed the blade to Elder Yophiel before she ran following Sahar, the people cleared a path for her. By the time Raisel got to the falls, Sahar was already flying down towards the water, Raisel leaned closer hoping to get a proper view. Elder Yophiel changed too, he was a white dragon. He flew downwards to where the water flowed and together he and Sahar submerged Dragomir into the waters, they laid him on a rock slab. Most of Islandia had gathered, downcast eyes, a couple of people were in tears, and mothers shielded their children from the view. Raisel stared as Dragomir lay submerged in the water.

I winced as the Magi channeled my magic and directed it toward the ancestors. "Are you all right, Laura?" As I fell to my knees, one of the ancestors asked. "What have you done, Rory?" "What was required to upset the balance of magic. She was the key, and now you will all perish "Rory smirked with an evil grin on her angelic face. Rory's blue eyes twinkled as she absorbed more and more of my abilities. "Stop!" I yelled, my chest tightening. They had begun draining my magic and tapping into my Lycan half. I'd be dead if they took half of my Lycan. As I gazed at the ancestors, I collapsed onto my side. "Go."

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

I boomed. I walk out of the entrance, to the porch, find Sabrina, Moira, and a young man behind them. Moira ran to hug me, and my anger estinguished just as fast. Then my gaze turned to the boy as his eyes shifted to mine. The air around him visibly thicker with the strong aura he leaked, any completed wolf will easily realize that he is an alpha. "Pop, this is Drake," said Moira. The boy took few step forward and hold my hand to me. I shake that strong grip. "Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate."

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

My breath hitched as he held me close. “What’s your name?” one asked. The others surrounded me, identical and unnerving. “No one ever tells us apart,” one joked. I stayed silent, my mind reeling. How did they know what I was thinking? “I’m Dax,” said the one holding me. “That’s Ryker.” Ryker’s smile sent my heart skittering. “And over there is Luca,” Dax continued. “The big guy? That’s Damien, the eldest.” They were all smiling, but my confusion only deepened. “We’re the Lycan Kings of the Seventh Moon Pack,” Damien finally said. “And we can read thoughts.”

Under the moonlight, he looked almost beautiful, but Hazel was too bothered to observe that. Slowly his eyes began to open, his colour returned, and the extreme cold that grasped him gradually left as he became warmer. Hazel had never seen anything like it before, but sitting right in front of her, Noah was completely healed. "Noah, what was that monster that was trying to kill us?" She asked, and with a sigh, Noah looked at her sadly while he held her face. "That monster is Draven."