Drakor Blue Moon Novels & Stories

Becca turned back to the mirror, running her fingers through her long blonde hair, imagining the moment Maya’s secrets spilled wide open. It wasn’t about Ayden anymore. It was about power. And Becca would make sure everyone in the pack saw Maya for what she truly was. Far beneath the waves, where moonlight barely kissed the surface, the ocean thrummed with unease. The current was restless, pulling and twisting as though it carried a secret too heavy to contain. Sirena broke the surface, silver hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. Her chest ached as she

That is if the old hag didn’t lie to me when she said only the Dacian Draco could kill me. I’ve researched for years, trying to grasp the ancient legends and the true lore of Dacian culture. Draco, or Dracon, was the battle flag of the Dacians, Costobocs, and Tyrrhaites from the current territory of Moldova as well as the Dacians south of the Danube. It had the shape of a wolf's head with an open mouth, which continued with a dragon's body, made of textile or leather that swelled in the wind, making a noise that mimicked the howls of wolves terrifying the enemy and formed a horizontal serpentine flag.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

Young couples exchange tokens of love beneath the glowing moon. Yet, I can’t relax. My gaze keeps darting to Damon, to Cain, to Garrett, who I’m sure is here somewhere waiting patiently for the right moment. By the time the toasts begin, the children have all fallen asleep, sprawled out on blankets near the shrine. Pack members gather around the shrine. Damon raises his goblet, his voice carrying over the crowd. “To the Moon Goddess, who watches over us all. May her light guide us through darkness.” Earlier, I subtly switched his goblet with Cain's and no one noticed.

‘She looks so peaceful. He thought, long red/gold lashes brushed her flushed cheeks, one hand cupped her cheek the other rested by her waist, her stunning hair cascaded across the pillows and desire swept though his veins. Moving silently, he stripped out of his clothes leaving only his black boxer briefs he knew he should leave her alone to process her father’s betrayal. Sliding into bed alongside her, he knew he should leave her alone, period, but he couldn’t; something was compelling him to claim her for himself. She would be eighteen in a few short days, and then her father would not be able to touch her; that was why he was so desperate to get her back before then. If he could hand her

She asked as she looked into his eyes. “I, Jonathan Evander Blue, Accept the title and responsibilities of being Alpha of the Blue Moon Warriors. I vow to love and protect them with my life.” Jonathan said in a firm voice. Dracon watched silently from a nearby tree. Jonathan took the blade and sliced his palm dripping blood into the cup. She drank a sip and then gave the rest to Jonathan who drank it. After he drank it she let out a gasp and grabbed her head as she felt the connections to her pack be ripped away. Jonathan stepped closer, but she put a hand out

no matter how many attack or blow are thrown in flying head way… he will still be alive… the only way to destroy him it to keep him away from his host body until first ray of morning sun… “Draco… he… he won’t die like this… we have to stop him from getting back to his host body until sunrise….” I told Draco’s Dragon… who let out a low rumble from his chest and turned back to sorcerer Ken struggling head… and then to blue dragon beside him… both Dragon had eye lock for couple of second before they both transformed back into their human form…. right in front of my eyes…. I was little surprised to see that blue Dragon was none other than “Chief Damon……” I whispered under my breath…. as my eye r

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

“Our ancestor was a traitor. Great news.” “One of our ancestors was a traitor, but it wasn’t by choice,” Liam’s father kept his voice even. “Venom is strong, Liam. It’s incredibly hard to fight it off. Someone has to have incredible will to fight off the effects, and that’s considering the fact that they’ll even want to. We’re imagining that the youngest son really didn’t want to fight off the venom.” “Why? Does venom feel good or something?” Liam asked.

I tease him. “Ugh.” He shakes his head and goes back to his shower. We turn the water off and go towel off at our lockers. Of course, my twins locker is right beside mine. “You’re not the least bit upset that the Dragons decided to wage war during Blue Moon week.” He glances at me as he combs his hair. I throw on my boxers and pants. “Nope. We’ll have these fuckers dead before the moon peaks. We’ll be drinking and getting laid before you know it.” I give him a goofy grin.