Druig Marvel Novels & Stories

The three men trudge up the stairs. The group meets up in the Alpha's office. Luke makes himself comfortable on the couch. Jones is content to stand in the corner while Matias and Diana make themselves comfortable behind his desk. "ALPHA!" One of the pack warriors runs in. "A dragon is here. He is insisting on talking to Beta Liam!" Diana straightens her back. "Did the dragon happen to give his name?" The wolf guard nods. "Yes, he said he was a Celtic Dragon of Fertility. Goes by Drogo." Diana's eyes beam in hope. "Show him in at once."

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, pulling Mayan-Odette into a hug. “Nothing bad will ever happen to you, child. At least not yet.” ~ADRIAN~ In the dimly lit dungeon, I stand over Drax, a prisoner we had taken in for smuggling goods across our border. The implements of torment in my hands seem heavier than usual today, perhaps because my thoughts keep wandering to the one person I shouldn't be thinking about—Aret. My brother Mobali's mate and the Supreme King's chosen partner, Aret's presence in our world, always manages to stir something within me, something forbidden.

My druid curse hasn't caused a rift between us and has actually bonded us more than anything. We are both working together for the Moon Council and are a deadly assassin team. I visit my parents frequently, and my grandmother is thrilled with Dante and our relationship. She told me that he had ended the druid curse and our offspring would be of his genetics. I asked her about my younger brother, and she explained that it remained to be seen if he inherited the curse. Overall, my mom and I's lives are perfect, and each of us has a mate who is perfect for our situations.

The door burst open. Jason looked up to see Drago running toward them, pure hate in his eyes. “Dark Lord,” he smiled, grabbing Madchen by the hair, pulling her to his knees. Drago stopped in his tracks at his words. He masked his anger and sadness, seeing his mate bloodied, with her dress ripped wide open, exposing her. But he had to be careful, had to act the part if he was going to save her. “I know you care little for this woman.I offer her up to you as a sacrifice.” Madchen could only stare up at Drago.

As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.” Jenny seemed to spiral into a whirlpool of thoughts. An intense disturbance brewed within her, as if Dragon’s words had touched something hidden deep within her soul. Yet Dragon gave her no time to dwell on her thoughts. He leaned closer, his gaze like f

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

When Dru entered the room, she shut the door and turned to Arielle with a wide grin. “Let me see it.” Arielle, who was staring at the dress, held it up carefully. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Oh, My Lady! It's more than beautiful,” Dru said. The Alpha personally told me nothing must go amiss! He is so invested in this.” Arielle’s lips curved into a shy smile. “He truly believes the Goddess will bless the Shadow Fang tonight,” Dru added. “Because he finally has a mate.” The words made Arielle’s chest tighten, as a hint of worry crossed her face.