Funneh X Draco Novels & Stories

That would be one of the greatest victories any king has ever achieved. "What happened to King Draco?" I whisper the question to Cara who stands quite close to me. "I have only heard rumours that he sought to double-cross King Elon during the casting of a spell with the vile blood that Queen Rowena sent to King Elon's palace. A curse turned him into a horrid creature," she excitedly whispers back.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

'' Judith let out and I wondered if she had some kind of superpower. '' You are right Judith, his name is Xander, he is the Draco, and a lot has happened these past few months,'' I said and Judith smiled. '' I have heard of the great Draco of New York City. Is he the one you are talking about?'' Judith asked. '' Yeah, he is the one,'' I let out, and I felt my heart constricted in my chest just mentioning his name. '' He is a dangerous man, Isabella, how did you get yourself entangled with him?'' Judith asked.

*** A sensation was created in the country on this day. The news flooded all channels one by one. “According to a source of information from Southrive’s Swallowston, War Legate Draco’s whereabouts have been found. More than a hundred thousand people in Swallowston have currently surrounded One Jewel Road and are begging for War Legate Draco to leave retirement.” Novemton News reported, “War Legate Draco has been found. His real identity is the son of Swallowston’s Paraiso Group founder, Henry Xander. His mother’s name is Rue Blanchet and his younger sister is Adaline Xander.”

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

Alfos said. “It’s what everyone believed in at first, but Draken has managed to weave doubts into the minds of my people. Now, the Unbounds are trying to kill me just to make sure I don’t represent our people again. They see me as a monster, Alfos.” Draco huffed. “They’re right after all. I’m a beast, and a beast like me is unfit to rule. I hunger for blood a lot. What will happen when I can’t find someone willing to sell their blood to me?” “I might completely lose my mind and go into the villages to attack them just to have a taste of blood, and then the truth about what I am will be revealed,” Draco hissed, pausing before the grounds.

The application of wrong drugs and wrong treatment methods turned him into a psychopath who became extremely violent and hurt people, finding pleasure in hearing their screams and sufferings. Draco had met a chained and heavily restrained Fat Joe about five years ago when he was just 17 years old and was able to tame him and make him execute all his torture fantasies. What was even surprising was that Fat Joe, who could only be controlled under the influence of strong sleeping drugs and injections, was able to recognize Draco as his boss and even acted as if he had seen a father figure and was on a very respectful and well behaved behavior when he saw Draco. The person being tortured was the

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.

” He emphasized every word. ”Beside Malia, after she had fallen, stood her uncle. For a split second, before he had time to run away, he held a stake in his hands and watched as his niece breathed her last breath.” ”What?” I was taken aback. ”Her uncle, Draco, wanted to brew hatred between the two species, more than there already was. He didn't believe that werewolves and vampires could co-exist, he wanted the vampires to be the only superior species. He killed his niece, would blame the werewolves and a life-long vendetta would take place. He didn't succeed, but neither did he fail. One werewolf couldn't let the already existing hatred between two kinds justify the murder of a little girl.