Greek Mythology Drakon Novels & Stories

Cyran moved me to stand behind him, just as he once had the first time we met, and a group of Dragons had been after me. A few yards away the man that had tried to grab me, was struggling to get on his feet. When he looked up, I didn’t know who he was or why he had tried to take me. I wasn’t given a chance to think about it any longer, because Cyran rushed toward him again, as if he were going to kill him. “He is human!” I yelled, hoping that I was fast enough. Cyran came to an abrupt stop just a foot away from the man. If I knew anything about Dragons, they were forbidden from killing humans. Even as King, Cyran wouldn’t be able to kill him without suffering massive consequences.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

I urged. "Have you ever heard those old tales of the Madredard Drakkons?" She asked. "Those ancient creatures that used to wreak havoc.” "You mean those mythical creatures?" Aiden asked. "Oh no, they were not mythical. They were real.” Isabelle replied, her tone dark and tense, "They existed in those ancient times along with the gods. The current Drakkons are the descendants of gods and those fierce creatures.” "Who told you that?" I asked, intrigued, but at the same time, I wouldn't say I liked where this was going.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

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.

She felt a strange ripple go through her at hearing the Dragon's name. It sounded like something from a movie about romans or greeks...similar to Hercules, and she wondered if it had some special meaning. She noticed that he dipped his head down low so he wasn't looking down at her so intimidating and came in closer, looking up at her instead.

My parents stand nearby speaking quietly with Elarion, the three of them discussing the last details of the rebuilding efforts even here at a funeral. Kings never truly stop working. When I step into the clearing, Aurelion’s gaze finds mine immediately. He nods once. Everything ready? I nod back. Yes. At the far end of the clearing, the pyres wait. There are many. Too many. But one stands apart from the others. Jakob’s. The largest. The highest. Built from carefully stacked cedar and ironwood, with his armor and weapons laid across the top. His dragon crest rests near the center.

The territory remained. Draco lost his immortality. He was stabbed with an old blade by people who wanted to stop what Sofia was building and thought taking him was the way to do it. They were wrong. He came home. He was mortal and glad specifically, completely glad because mortal things were finite and finite things had weight and the weight of his life, with Sofia and Maren and the estate and the territory and all of it, was the right weight. He was glad.

drake immediately caught me and pinned me to the wall . I tried releasing myself from his grip. but it was of no use ,he was way stronger than me. Instead he became more angry. He then asked me ,who was the guy I was hugging soo happily. I was shocked ,wait is he angry for me for that. I them replied "mr.knight ,please calm down and listen to me ." He then replied in a very calm but dangerous tone . "Its drake baby ,its drake." I stayed silent for sometimes as I was very scared to reply to him.