Druig Marvel Novels & Stories

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

A guard puts his hand over her mouth, muffling her growls but it is too late. “Shit,” I growl. I quickly leap to my feet just as dozens of shadows from the trees on the mountain. I lift my hands and flames burst in a circle around all of us. The shadows stop at the edge of the circle, crouching down and watching the fire with fascination. “Draco! Draconem!” one says. I recognize the deep whispering voice and allow the flames to slowly fall. “Myrka?” I ask and all the shadows leap upwards.

While Emma looked like Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow, the guy who was with her looked like Leonard from The Big Bang Theory. Marcus said something to the Druid and then walked forward. What was he doing? "We only got one stone. We are here for the other stone but haven't found it yet," said the Druid. Marcus moved closer to them with both hands raised before slightly kneeling down to place the stone on the floor. My heart was beating erratically, and I was worried sick that they were going to shoot Marcus once they got the stone. I guess we didn't have enough time to create a portal and disappear. And chances were, they might come with us just like how the Druid accompanied Marcus by hol

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

"He saw the flare. He knows something happened. But without the fleet, he can't project power this far north. We’re in a blind spot." "Then we stay in it," I decided. I looked at the map of the island. "We have the geothermal plant. We have the hydroponics labs. We can sustain ourselves." I looked at Valen. "He needs time," I said softly. "He has the blood of the First Alpha and the Royal line. The magic inside him... it’s volatile. If we go back now, Darius will sense him. He’s too small to mask his own signature." "How much time?" Drax asked.

Dilo asked, leaning over slightly. “I know the youngling shares his body with the blood of the dragons, and judging by the scent, one of incredible lineage. I have never felt the urge to bend the knee until I smelled your scent, and it is taking a lot of willpower for me to push that feeling aside,” Smarluuten said, his tongue flicking nervously across his lips once more.

That is why I have decided to do it first. The Epsilons lead us to the entrance of the Deep. The ground opens up before they could do anything. “They were waiting for us. It is a trap!” my Epsilon cries. We roll down in a spiral web and find ourselves trapped in a big bubble. So much for hunting down the witches. I don’t need anyone to tell me who our host is. One leg and pure evil. It can only be Draco. “Alpha Xael and Alpha Leroy. What a great day!” he beams and show off his thunder and lighting abilities.

The collar wasn't just suppressing the dragon; it was feeding on my panic, using my own fear as fuel to torture me into submission. He’s going to the Fringe. The realization felt like a physical blow to the stomach. The Fringe wasn't just a slum; it was a cage filled with thousands of helpless human scavengers. It was a tinderbox of fragile lives. If a blood-frenzied Alpha descended upon it looking for something he couldn't find, it wouldn't be a visitation—it would be a wholesale slaughter. "Sereia... your neck..." Martha choked out, her weak fingers brushing against the edge of my cloak. They came away stained with a mixture of dark mud and my own blackened blood.

Something forms, and my entire attention is on this little creature for a second. ‘Mine!’ Lucas and I mindlink at the same time, our shared attention on the girl. We envision her growing up, the image so vivid it blocks out the rest of the fight for a second. We see her laugh, cry, fall and succeed. We see the future she fled from, why she chose to come here. And we know. Druida is Mirage Blackmoon, daughter of Luna Maddison and Alpha Liam Blackmoon. She has come here to protect her parents from dying a horrible death and her brother from becoming the greatest evil the realms have ever seen.

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y