Jojo Siwa Draco Novels & Stories

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

"I can't believe you're friends with someone who sucks blood in order to survive." Sierra laughs. "Before I became the mate to a dragon, those blood-sucking abilities gave me immortality." She changes the subject. "Will you be okay with your nest down here?" "Yes, it's perfect." "Good, we will get you and Tahr situated first and then everyone else." She gives me a quick squeeze. "We will win. You know that, right?" "Yes, I know." After we're settled and know the layout of the home, our plans go into action.

Draco released a blast of water, immediately extinguishing the fire. Draco was bigger than this dragon, so he had an advantage when they collided mid-air. Jaws, teeth, and talons connected with each other’s bodies. Draco was raised to be able to best any opponent. Our father’s dragon was the best warrior we had ever seen before, and he taught Draco all that he knew.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

He had a magnificent aura of power, almost suffocating me and I knew that I stood in the presence of the oldest dragon to ever live. “What is your name human female?” Typhon asked in a deep rumbling voice. “Jennifer Halstead,” she answered in a clear voice. “Who represents this female human?” he asked. “Sire Lucas Grey, host of Bazzoit,” I said. “Yes,” he said and turned his back on us. I looked at Baz where he had kept his head bowed and suddenly Typhon’s long tail slithered around Jennifer’s body and pulled her into the shadows. Baz’s tail stopped me and I stood back and waited. The quiet was unnerving and broken only by Jennifer’s scream of pain.

No one said anything for a long time until the female started talking. “First, let me introduce myself. My name is Jade, and I am the mate of Kellan, whom you have already met. I am human, but because I am mated to a Dragon, I am able to live an exceptionally long life. I am over two hundred years old.”

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

Her hands were shaking now and her voice dropped to a whisper when she spoke again. “Draco,” she said. I straightened a little in my chair. “Draco?” I asked carefully. “And by Silas you mean…?” She looked up again and nodded slowly. “The leader of the Circle,” she said. “His name is Draco.” I blinked, feeling like the world had just shifted a little under my feet. Yes, I knew of the Circle. But I never knew the name of the Circle leader. But now I had it. Draco.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.