Dramione Fan Art Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

She had very black hair and eyes that looked like summer midnight, full of stars blinking away without a care in the world. “Is he a Black Dragon, maybe?” Niamh whispered to Damian, and Damian nodded. “Okay, let’s draw his appearance on a piece of paper,” Damian said as he opened a drawer near them. But he couldn’t find any quill even though he had already checked all the drawers. He found his mother’s makeup instead and a blank piece of paper from a small notebook. They were black eyebrow pencils, and they thought it would still work anyways, so they started working.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

I curtesy playfully “The room looks better.” They let out a chuckle. Athena plops herself on my bed "I absolutely love your room, so cute and small..." “Nah. You just love the owner of the room.” I say, sticking my tongue to her. She closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Obviously, Athena is my one weird princess. Prince Ares stands staring at the wall “What are these drawings Hermione?” He asks. I make to my feet, standing beside him. The drawing looks strange. “I really don't know Prince Ares, I haven't seen this, and it looks so new. I didn't make this...” I say

“I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …” A sparkle of light caught the corner of his vision. Arth turned and he spotted a glowing sphere from the dragon’s mouth. He smiled sadly when he realized it was the core of Draphiron. It had the same size of an eyeball, glowing in blue as the color of S-class beasts. Arth wiped his tears and reached for the dragon’s mouth to get the core. But then, as he touched the blue orb, it suddenly flashed, blinding Arth’s eyes.

I asked, knowing the answer but needing her to say it. “Witch…” She quickly recoiled when I gestured to her bruises. I sighed, remembering that Melania had been walking around looking like her younger self, meaning she looked like me. “While I am a witch, I’m not Melania. I’m Katrina D’Amore, Princess of Incubi and mate of Tiberius of Nebrodi.” I assured her. “See, I have red streaks in my hair as a sign that I am a hybrid,” I added, gesturing to my hair.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

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She yelled happily and wrapped the female in her arms. “How…why…what?” She asked in surprise. “We came to let you know that you are allowed to be happy again Ellie..and to meet the Dragon King, Dracon.” Romero said before she wrapped her arms around him to hug him. Dracon stood up and walked over “Hello” He said in a friendly manner. Elleanna smiled and turned to introduce them “Dracon, this is Romero my first love…and Baudouin the boy that holds my heart still, my first son…and then one of the very best friends I have ever had, Crystal”