Druig Marvel Novels & Stories

Dashiell begins. His brows are furrowed, his fist clenched. A lump forms in my throat as I reach out to place my hand over his. He gives me a small smile, as if to tell me that he's alright. "It was the longest twelve hours of my life. They drugged me heavily, enough to suppress my magic and render me useless. They were all masked. Therefore, I never got to see their faces. I heard them talk about how they would use my ten fingers to create the seals. Then, they would sell my toes to the highest bidder," he continues.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

Someone had just opened it, and he or she was returning. I strongly anticipated who it was. My brother appeared suddenly. “Derrick?” It dawned on me that Alpha Draglun was right about his visiting the human world with Auriel. I rushed at him in annoyance, but he was faster than me. He dogged all my repulsive attacks. “How come Falcon’s spell isn’t affecting you?” “It doesn’t look like it’s affected you either; unlike your subjects, you can still fight,” Derrick replied mockingly. “You all are in this together, isn’t it? What will you gain if the Vargulfs invade this place?” I glowered.

All the plans and hope he nurtured over the years would go up in smoke. Of course, he still believed in Andrius and had faith that Andrius would not disappoint them. Registus fell into silence. Andrius’ battle this time had far-reaching implications. ... In Drache Valley, perpetual mist shrouded the area, making it impossible to see the situation inside clearly. Beyond the mist, about half a kilometer away, stood a magnificent group of buildings— pavilions, towers, rockeries, and flowing water. It looked like paradise.

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”

"Like fire and ice, the sun and the cold rain maintain a perpetual enmity. While in my current state, rain proves to be a formidable weakness, in my true form, it poses no threat." The more I read the enchiridion, the more curious and intrigued I was. A lot had been revised and taken out, some nonexistent, in the current enchiridion of all five kingdoms. I found myself digging for informations about Dhruv, and the more I read about him the more I feared his true appearance. In the encheridion Dhruv was described as ‘a force to reckon with. Second to none other than the moon goddess herself.’ I also found out that he had a Fae pet, one who he would send down to earth as a messenger to the chi

He looked at her for a long time vaguely, before Demian said with indignation inside him *Get out to her, why are you hiding here* Druk smiled with pain, looking at his mate from behind Xavier's eyes *I hope so, but what if she's got scared of me* Demian looked at him angrily, to say *If you don't want to go out, I will take your place and go to her* Before he could reply, it was Astraea who put both her hands on his cheek, as she said "Can I meet him?" Everyone's eyes widened, Xavier said, scratching the back of his head "It's a little difficult with Druk, he's bigger than Arcus, and the problem is that if he gets out, I might lose control of him." Druk felt sad, and didn't speak, the last

Just then Drystan grabbed a water pouch from darkness and offered it to Xavier, saying," I'm great magician who can make water from darkness and food from dirt." " Eww! Is that even editable?" Xavier snatched the water pouch and started drinking it. Although he hated the idea of creating food from dirt, because he was noble. Martina sat beside Loren, leaning in his arms and talking about their kids, who were in the imperial palace of Bliaviroth. Just when they rested for one hour, two guards walked there, in the dungeon. They called out Drystan and Xavier out first to follow behind. " Loren, I don't know why I feel like we have met Drystan before. I feel a familiar sense around him... A very

Malrik launched again, fangs lengthening, the monster fully awake now—but Drael flicked a wrist and slammed Malrik into the floor so hard a crater formed where his body hit. He didn’t move. Drayan lunged at Drael next—silver blade drawn—but the entity caught the weapon between two fingers. “Drayan,” he said. “Still loyal to the wrong brother.” Drayan spit blood in his face. Drael sighed. “Rude.” He backhanded Drayan across the room. I swallowed my fear, shoved Mara into Afsana’s shaking arms. “Take her. Hide. Don’t stop running until you reach the west wing.”