Greek Mythology Drakon Novels & Stories

He whispered back. Lily and I moved backwards a little and hid behind a car. There was no way I was going to leave him there. We hid behind the car and watched. "You've made a terrible mistake, young man." The leader of the thugs chuckled proudly. "Guys... Teach him a lesson." He commanded to two other men. They approached Drax slowly, and with so much confidence, they couldn't have expected what was coming to them. Drax was clearly bigger than them, and more muscular too. Of course he was... He's an alpha. He's definitely much more stronger than them too. As a human, and most especially as a wolf.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

"Your father and I discovered what Carlos was planning. The forge documents, the embezzlement, the deal he made with powerful people who want to destroy everything we built. We've been gathering evidence but we're running out of time." I wiped my eyes and kept reading. "By now you've probably met William Dray. The contract marriage was real Katie, but it was also our way of protecting you. The Dray family has resources and connections that can keep you safe when we can't. Trust him. He's a good man even if he doesn't always show it." William made a sound beside me. When I glanced at him his eyes were red.

“I guess part of me just knew you’d see something we didn’t.” Draven nodded slowly, his fingers tracing the seal of her House, a green dragon around the Aurelian crest. “I know what it’s like to be trapped beneath people’s expectations.” His words made my heart clench. He murmured, “You’re not like me, Nora.” “Neither are you, Draven,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I know,” he said, shaking his head. “But you were born into this disease. I was created in fear, a weapon forged in blood meant to hate each other.”

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

Giselle asked, her voice dark and heavy all of a sudden. "Tell us," 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?" Waylon asked. "Oh no, they were not mythical. They were real," Giselle 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.

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.

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!