Greek Mythology Drakon Novels & Stories

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.

"You! A man with no seed in his blood! You expected me to give you a golden dragon? Look at yourself! Do you have the ability?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "If I had not overheard the healer talking, I would still be worrying that something was wrong with me! This is all your fault! You have no ability, but you dream of golden heirs! You deserve to wear the horns of a cuckold!" "Die!" Drakon's face darkened. He drew his sword and ran her through the heart. Caspian shifted into serpent form and tried to flee. Drakon transformed into his golden dragon shape, seized the serpent with his claws, and crushed him alive.

Drakes. A type of dragon that is smaller in size and cannot fly. Drakes are considered a lower class dragon due to their traits, including their lesser strength as well. Even so, they are still dragons and are incredibly powerful compared to the common species. Even the lowest of them are at least B class monsters. Earth drakes, in particular, have much a tankier build with larger body mass.

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

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.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

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.

The fangs pierced the length behind the lips, making its mouth unable to close completely, and it looked like it was grinning. Its body was enormous, and the muscles protruded in an odd way. It stood slightly hunched over, nevertheless, its body towered above anyone else in the room. Its fingers were very long, and although they had no nails, they were pointed like the tip of a double-edged sword. At first, only one appeared, but slowly the monstrous creatures grew and multiply. There it is. The figure who made the people of Elenio live in fear of the night for more than a hundred years. Draconians. *

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh