Druig Marvel Novels & Stories

Maybe I should. No! I shouted in my head and turned away again suddenly feeling extremely flushed and breathless. I felt rather than saw him move closer to me a moment before he bathed my body in an oddly warm breath that encased me from head to toe. I looked down to find tendrils of smoke lapping at my skin. Though it was startling at first, I found myself unable to move away. Or maybe not wanting to move away. "What are you doing?" I breathed out. "You will learn, Mara, that being a Draygon comes with many gifts that allow us to be an extreme danger to our enemies. However, they can also be used for pleasure," he said softly, his words releasing more tendrils of warm smoke.

Ash responded gritting his teeth. I watched in horror as Dru was dragged out of his cell, his entire body was covered in cuts and bruises, his breathing was shallow. Matilda waved her hands over Dru, casting a spell on him that would expel the venomous gold from his body and his healing to increase. She also healed the majority of his wounds, causing me to let out a sigh of relief, my brother would be okay. We were alive and we would live to see another day.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

Draig reaches out and grasps Vaari's forearm then pulls him into a hug. "I'm glad you came; I wasn't sure if you would be able to leave your kingdom. I know my granddaughters well, and they will want to work with the dragons to help against this greater threat Dagon poses, so far, we know he has witches on his side. Adaline would be proud to see you here," Vaari lets Draig go then nods to me, so I move to his side.

“He likes tidy proof.” “You will answer for this,” I snarled, shaking her until her spine rattled like a dry stick. “Where is Draco? Where is Mara?” Her eyes were bright, untroubled. “You are always in such a hurry. He is where he always is looking after his empire. He will come. For now, you have a deadline, Alpha. Two hours before we make a spectacle of your pack.” She spat the words like a blessing. I wanted to choke her then, to tear her throat open and eat her words. Instead I dragged Marta’s head—tissue and all—out to lay before my warriors. Her skin was cold and pale, and in the flickering torchlight she looked small and ordinary and utterly stolen.

I rub my cheek along him and a rumble comes from him that sends all sorts of tingles through me. As I turn my head to the other side I see Dragus shifting into his dragon form just as big as Darian's but silver instead of gold, the same piercing eyes looking back at me, he moves slowly towards me just as cautious as Darian, when he reaches me, he does the same as his brother and runs his head along my other side with a rumble of his own. I wrap my body around him as he brings his head back. He gives me a toothy grin that I all but return.

He turned to the station and picked up the phone and dialled a number. “Whoa,” Marcus whispered, “Did you see his eyes? I’ve never seen a faerie like that before?” I grinned at his wonder as he stared at the poor guard, who was trying to ignore the fact he was being talked about. I smiled an apology at the guard. “The dracinites are an amazing warrior species,” I said. “Their skin is also made of scales so strong that blades and even guns are useless to them. And they don’t just see in the dark. They see everything as clearly as they do in the day.” Marcus’ eyes widened, and he stared at the guard in excitement. The guard puffed out his chest at my description and recognition of his skills.

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

Genevieve blanched as well. "That's impossible. There's not a single warlock left. There hasn't been for centuries. Centuries? Not even for a millennia. How can a Draekien awaken without the blood magic of a warlock?" Morpheus mused. The Sybyl tilted her head again in that awkward manner. "There is one." "Then where is he? We kill him before the brethren are created as well." Zephyros snarled. "She is not in the Fae Lands."

"I saw everything. Everything." "Do not work yourself out. What is it all about?" "A calm prelude before the tempest," she said, having a solemn expression staring ahead in the horizon passed the faces of all the inhabitants of Mars who regarded her in concern. She wasn't seeing them but the beast living in that very moment who will possibly cause the earth to be no more. That Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the red dragon in Rahu. The one in whom an Aryan princess shall face in the near future...