Novel & Cerita Dramione Fan Art

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

Nireus' eyes narrowed as he watched the beautiful woman dance half-naked, her gaze making him feel a chill down his spine. A low chuckle escaped Nireus' lips as he flicked his fingers, causing the candles to light up instantly. Nireus Demoleon, the ruler of the Red Ones, a species feared by all other supernatural species. Gradually, the woman rose took few steps, taking careful steps towards the bed. Her long black hair flowed down her back, and she wore only a see-through sleeveless dress that barely covered anything. Nireus could see the perfect shape of her body, from her bre*sts to her curves and her round hips. His smile deepened as he admired her.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

she muttered, turning the painting for me to see. I couldn't believe what I saw. A life painting–more like a direct picture of Damon holding hands with a young girl. "How can this be?" I said in a whisper, my eyes not even blinking. "They were in my head," Luna said. "I saw it clearly." I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting back to the painting. "Yes I know. You're really good, Luna. But the painting...how did you get the pencils to draw this?" Just then, Damon cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk about something else, aye?"

“No, sir.” Damon’s head snapped toward me. “Why not?” “Because you’re dramatic, not scary.” Rylan fell out of his chair laughing. Damon glared. “Get up.” “I can’t,” Rylan wheezed. “My soul left my body.” Luna Selene smiled at me. “Aria, dear… do you know what it means to be a Luna?” “Yes,” I said. “It means drama, responsibility, drama, paperwork, drama, and people staring at me like I’m a cursed potato.”

It was someone else's. "It isn't over." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It was just a dream. That's all it was. And yet, deep down, I wasn't sure I really believed that. A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to find Damon sitting in the chair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. He was shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face made him look almost otherworldly.

My vision blurred for a second, and suddenly— —The lights flickered. The woman in the painting moved. Just barely. Her lips parted. “Asaraiah,” she whispered. I stumbled back so hard I hit another canvas. It fell. Behind it was a smaller portrait—Malrik. Younger, colder, eyes still gold but not yet tired. And under it, a third. Another man. Same eyes, but darker. The resemblance was uncanny. The name plate: DRAEL KAINE. My pulse roared.

I asked. She giggled and said, “Oops sorry. I suppose you wouldn’t be considering your mate’s mark. Longer brown hair pulled back with brown eyes,” she described my best friend Mitchum. “That is Gamma Mitchum, one of my best friends. Come on over and I will introduce you to him,” I said motioning for her to follow me. As we approached where Mitchum was working on hanging a door on one of the housing units, he turned and almost dropped the door. Well I guess he finds her tasty too then. “Gamma Mitchum Averman please meet Dara, the Crone’s youngest daughter,” I introduced.

"But... I have something better. An art collection. Very private. Very expensive. Picasso? No. Knight? Yes. I will give you... a series of original sketches. Dragons. Purple ones. Signed by ze artist." Luna considered this. "And a drone? Leo says you’re good for drones." "I will get you a drone that can deliver pizza to the moon," I promised. "Just... shhh." "Deal," she said, hopping down. "But make him really blue. I want him to look like a popsicle." Your wish is my command, daughter dear. I finished the porridge, which now looked like a bowl of thickened blueberry yogurt, and plated it with a single, mocking sprig of mint. As I turned toward the tray, I felt a presence in the doorway.