Greek Mythology Drakon Novels & Stories

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

"You'd really do anything to have me watched, won't you? All you want, is to control me." Silence ensued between them. "When would you go to see Dronikos?" Draekon asked, sweeping the previous topic aside. "Who's that?" Her brows kissed in genuine confusion. Draekon wasn't sure why he felt disappointed. "My dragon. Andronikos." "Oh, the beast." "We all are." "Except HE is a filthy beast." The moment Vaelora said that, a sharp cry burst through the roofs. One that sounded like a broken cry.

Nicodemus carried Arthur in his arms. "Nicodemus..." Draxler called causing the Tribrid to glance at his magically burning hand before a paper appeared in his palm. They both shared gazes at each other as Draxler unfolded the paper. "They took Greece and are going to kill him before sunset tomorrow" Draxler sighed hopelessly at the shock written boldly on The Tribrid's face. ********

His face grew closed and made me wonder what he was hiding. "Always." "So sad." I couldn't help thinking of my own family. I would not see them every ten years. I would never see them again. "Eat, silly female." I didn't feel silly; melancholy clouded my thoughts, but I ate my food, drank my wine, and listened to dragon tales. "Drakon was the first. He upset the gods by killing Hera's daughter. Hera cursed us." "What happened to Drakon?" "He disappeared. Many say Hades took him to the underworld as punishment."

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

"Even Kelan and Declan hate him too. He is their father, right?" Elvira picked a small brush from the vanity, dipped it on the bronze eye shadow, and returned to me. "Yes, Lord Saxoni is the twins' father and yes, they hate him too. We all do," she answered while applying the shade on my eyelids. "Lord Saxoni is an elder dragon. He is a third cycle elder. This means he has lived way longer than us. Axel, me and the rest of the CEOs fall under the seventh cycle. Dragons can live for thousands of years. We age and die when the Universe wills it so, or we simply die in the battlefield."

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”