Dramione Fan Art Novels & Stories

“I draw something.” “You drew something,” I corrected gently, softening. “I drawed it,” she insisted, pushing the paper toward me. I took it carefully. It was… two kids. Holding hands. Standing in front of a messy version of my house. One had dark scribbles for hair. The other had little curls—Damien. His name was written in shaky baby handwriting under his stick figure. Diana bounced on her toes. “Damien made half. I made the grass. And the sun. And the flowers. And the dog—”

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a vampire. "What's her name?" I asked, pointing at the woman on the broom. "Freya," she said, without looking up. "Your witch is really pretty." "She is," she agreed, still colouring. I looked at the dragon. It had been given gold scales along the edges and something that might have been fire coming from its mouth. "And the dragon?" "Flamie." She said it immediately, like there had never been any other option. She selected a darker red and added something to the dragon's wings.

Right at my waist. Lucian. That was his name. He looked even more surreal than Draco. His purple eyes, blue long hair, made it very difficult for me to believe he was real. His scaled lower body resembled Draco's. It looked like some armour. But his was pitch black and it was shining against his pale white skin. I gulped. These Dragons are surely going to leave me with an unrealistic romantic expectation. I was so grateful, these thoughts were all in my head. " You should take her with you. In your inner harem. "

Diana started softly and gently, her tone taking on more of a firm edge toward the end. Arte's eyes fluttered slightly, her lashes clumped in places, stuck together by dried blood. "Ah...Mama" The violet dimmed, showcasing Artemis White's natural, mismatched eyes of blue and gold. Diana inhaled raggedly and shot up, bolting over. She kneeled beside her daughter, taking her in her arms. The pool of blood she was kneeling in was of little consequence.

All done, we did the dishes and headed back to our quarters and various rooms. Anya sat upright, with the air of a cat. She went on and on about how good Lady Seraphina had been to her. I could see the longing in Freya's eyes. She obviously wished she could be in Anya's shoes. Lyra appeared to be listening to Anya's chattering painstakingly. It was amusing to watch. “Lady Seraphina is such a sweet person! I hope she gets to be Luna, and not anyone else! She let me have better dresses, and I don't look so bad in them. Do you get preferential treatment from Alpha Kieran too?" She tattled.

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

“And that’s me.” She smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “You’re very good at this.” Draco grinned, tongue sticking out slightly as he added three taller figures beside them. “And that’s Uncle Nico, Uncle Lorenzo, and Uncle Damien!” The crayons scattered as he lifted the page proudly. Elena froze. Her smile stayed, but it felt fragile—like glass about to crack. She reached out, smoothing the corner of the paper. “That’s… very nice, sweetheart.” From the corner of the room, Damien looked up. His gaze flicked briefly to the drawing, then to her. His expression didn’t change, but she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes before he looked away again.

No one could have protected her back then. She handed the photo of Ragnar to Thompson. Frowning, he considered the picture. “I saw him at the dance club tonight.” Diana's face paled. “Yeah, he pretended to be Argos,my adoptive father, in an email to me.” “You were at the dance club?” Thompson said in surprise. “I—” Diana gave an elusive smile. “What name did you use on your email to me?” “Charlie. I thought maybe there was some kind of conspiracy to free all red wolves. I knew it had to be you, the unnamed girl from the hospital, or at least I'd hoped so.”

Luckily, Draco was holding her arm—otherwise, she would have fallen. Draco fell silent, his eyes deep as he looked at the fragile Luna. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but since Luna already knew, he had no choice but to tell her. “The woman in the photo in my desk drawer is Mireya Light. She’s my fiancée,” Draco answered, and Luna’s body instantly went rigid with shock