Dramione Fan Art Novels & Stories

There are four individuals drawn and I smile. "Loro chi sono?" I ask her. "This Gio, zio Deimos, zia Lumina, and me!" She says excitedly pointing to each drawing. My eyes go to Deimos. She drew him pretty well even the green eyes and the black shades he always wore. My lips wobble. Ahh, I am not dealing with this well now am I? "It's beautiful. Molto bene, Gia." I say as a tear slides down my cheek. Her little eyes widen as she looks at my face. "Why you cry, zia?" She asks me her little palm on my cheek. Her lips begin to tremble as well.

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Seeing Draco's exquisite appearance, the Eighth Prince scrutinized him for half a day and couldn't help but say, "Could you be a female servant?" Draco calmly lowered his gaze, "Eighth Prince, Draco is a male." The Eighth Prince tilted his head, his expression skeptical. At this point, before everyone, a palace attendant raised a large white folding screen made of paper. Luna Melody laughed, "What kind of act is this? Isn't it a dance? Are you painting for us?" Princess Christina's curiosity was piqued. People began to discuss among themselves.

He was seeing RED. "Goddess!" Alpha Noir rasped, as he and Zayn rushed over to Dione's fugure. But Draekon beat them to it. He rushed at Dione, holding him down to the floor with his knee, and throwing several heavy punches until Dione began bleeding from his nose. Dione didn't fight back. He simply laughed and cried at the same time, while Draekon hit him. "Draekon!! Stop!" Alpha Noir's voice boomed, while Vaelora scrambled from her seat, her body shaking with shock from everything happening.

“If your eyes wander and see something you're not supposed to, I’ll rip them out myself.” Ertha didn’t dare say another word. He turned and left the office immediately, the door clicking shut behind him. Only then did Daimon allow himself to breathe again. He finished his cold shower quickly and returned to the desk. The video was still playing. Elyana had settled down with her sketchpad, pencil in hand, her expression calm and focused as she painted. Daimon stared. He had never known she liked painting. He had never seen this side of her—serene, elegant, radiant in her quiet world. She looked like she belonged in a dream.

I hated witches, even though my mother had been one, but we all know I fucking hated that bitch too. "Yes, Wayana." He said stubbornly. My irritation grew, but before I could speak, Darien spoke up. "Ok, how about we get some candy floss?" I knew he could sense my anger. We had lost so much shit thanks to those witches… "Oo yes!" Dante said, happily forgetting about the artwork. They walked off ahead and I glanced at the image. Yeah, that no way in hell looked like Raihana. The sun was setting and the lights seem to glitter even more.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

The two with the youngest faces among the others. “My name is Dante,” said the Omega in the donker blue dress. Her hands were skillfully exploring my body. It was like this kind of work had become her specialty. “What do I need to do to make you feel better, Your Highness the prince? We can move to a room if you like.”

Atlas asked Daxter, with a smug look on his face, and with his arms spread out shamelessly while he made that face. I didn't know why… but maybe because I was too angry at seeing Atlas' face, I wanted to rip his head off his neck. “And you, Luna Séraphine. You are stunning, and you are as beautiful as the pictures in my bedroom…” Atlas placed his hands on his hips as he continued to say to me, “I wonder why you are not a subject of my Black Moon pack. Sigh”. He shook his head. “I know if you were my subject, you would definitely have become my Grand Luna”.