Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Drakon

Bacchus grimly explains. So an Olympus Gang descendant killed Shadow and his wife. JD needs to know this. Yosef said to himself. I wonder what happened to that killer… I have to ask Renzo-hyung about it. He might know something. “Then?” Yosef asks Bacchus to continue. “Ever since Boss knew about that, his blood boils over on any Dark Knight agent. Probably one of the reasons he’s hunting Black Dragon too.” Bacchus said. “Is it true that Hercules’ skills are the same with Black Dragon?” Yosef asks.

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.

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.

"My dear Draco. I have walked this earth for one thousand and eighteen years. I have created life one thousand times and made to lose it the same amount. Afterall these years I finally know the pain your mother suffered to lose a life she carried. However, I know it is not her I must forgive. I was made to walk this earth in eternal torment for the anger I had that cost you your life. I forgave your anger so long ago knowing it was not you who was wrong. I know you loved me and that you chose me. My fear of losing you caused me to rise to anger and in the anger I lost you anyway. I hope you know that I never meant to hurt you. Even still I love you just as much as that very day. I have blame

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."

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.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

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.

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.