Jojo Siwa Draco Novels & Stories

From her statement, it seems she thought Drogo was a male dragon. "What?" She said looking confused. "Drogo is a female '' I said with a glare, Freya was taken aback. I wasn't surprised, she knew nothing about dragons, so she had no idea. "Drogo is a female dragon? " She shouted in horror, looking at me with disappointment. " Why on earth would you give a female dragon a masculine name? The name Drogo sounds manly" she said looking at me with disdain. Her words and actions rendered me speechless. " I heard that when a dragon is born you alone can give it its name. What were you thinking when you thought of Drogo?" She questioned. "Goodness! There better names " she said again.

Lea mumbled with a broad smile, leading them out. Sofia stood frozen immediately the image of the dragon on Lea’s right arm caught her attention. “ That same dragon…” Sofia mumbled, juggling her memory to remember where she saw something like that. " I have definitely seen that same dragon image somewhere, but where...Wait…Drake?” “ Lea…the half sister Drake do talk about” Sofia blunted out in shock. “ Took you long enough to remember” Lea mused with a smirk

She pursed her lips as something came to her mind. “Nevertheless, we have to remove her from the picture, Riona. If these dragons are really here for her, then you need to act fast and kill her,” Ciara said and rushed to her balcony to see the dragons retreating. Suddenly, one of the dragons leaped from the ground, flapping its wings so hard and dived for Ciara's balcony. “Ahhhh,” she screamed and rushed inside her room. The dragon rammed its massive head into the brick, shattering the balcony to pieces.

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

I swallowed. The effect was instant and violent, but not what he expected. A roar erupted in my soul. It wasn’t mine. It was Veylara’s. A roar of pure, undiluted rejection. She would not be bound. She would not be controlled. My dragon spirit rebelled against the submission he demanded.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

" I have no interest in having any kind of a physical relationship with you. " He straight away said. " You don't? " The way I uttered that, sounded more like I took offense. " I mean, Oh! that's great. But Ichiona... " " Ichiona doesn't know any better Liana. She is just a maid. " Draco was getting impatient. " Yeah. Just like I was just a human. " I guessed I already knew that. Draco grabbed my waist without another word or delay. The landscape around me started fading at his speed.

He was one of us. 'Draco, it's me, Jaque. This is Shiva. Remember her?' Draco didn't respond. His eyes were focused on me. His steps were heavy and accurate. He was determined to kill me today. He walked like a soulless wolf. How did he become like this? Until another wolf sprinted and halted between us. She snarled at Draco before she glanced over her shoulder. Without even looking at her, I was aware of who she was.

Draco, I'm not Olivia, I'm Erada " ****

“What happened to the water fairy?” “Gracious Moon Goddess! It talks?” Draco questioned with wide eyes, almost jumping out of his skin in fright. Wraya wasn’t liking the man’s surprise. “I’m a he.” Draco nodded wearily, eyeing the Dragon’s movements. “I’m sure you are. What do you feed this one Adriano? How does he understand us?”