Jojo Siwa Draco Novels & Stories

No one loves her more than I do! "She's just a useless human who needs me! I gave her a life of luxury and raised her like a delicate flower!" With another sigh, Sofia pulled out a human-world job offer from her bag. "Lea's always been exceptional, but she came back here just for you." Draco skeptically scanned the document. The pay listed on the offer far exceeded the pack's entire annual revenue. "The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine."

The internal struggle was etched deep into the lines of his soot-stained face. Saoirse stepped forward, moving to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Tristan. She didn't speak. She simply let the Dragon aura roll off her. The air shimmered with heat, carrying the scent of ancient, primordial fire. It wasn't a threat; it was a presence. It was the physical manifestation of sovereignty. Jaro looked at the silver-haired woman, his breath catching in his throat. He slowly lowered the wrench. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a utility knife, and cut the zip-ties on the nearest technician.

“Or anyone who threatens her kin.” Brie closed her eyes as the political implications settled like stones in the room. A Dawlya Circle Keeper whose loyalty lay with the Draynor throne. A sorceress who could rival an entire Dawlya High Circle. A power that merged not just with a mage… but with a dragon. “Is she… stable?” Brie asked, quietly.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

As she continued to smile and stroke Nova's head, Samantha said, "Of course, I do. He's the most amazing man in the world. He not only protected me but you too." "Did you ever meet him, Mom?" "Of course." "Can you tell me a story about him then?" Nova's eyes twinkled with hope. Gloria, who was in the living room, said. "Sir Draco was from Swallowston and joined Wyvern Peak as a soldier when he was eighteen. At twenty-two, he joined the war legate selection and became War Legate Draco. During that same year, he made himself a legend during the Battle of Azure Creek."

Draco's silver eyes held his as his mouth moved over León's wrist, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. “Draco doesn't speak,” Fyre explained when León raised a brow at how silent this one was. He hadn't spoken a word to him, unlike the others, who were freaking loud about what they wanted and what they would give. “But he feels everything. And right now, he's telling you that you're precious to him.”

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Delcy remained where she was, silent. Draco’s rage was only partially unleashed. He was still showing mercy by not having Elsa and Delcy torn apart on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to feed them to his lion. But all his anger was held back because of Luna. He cared deeply about her feelings. If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t even listen to the pleas of these two vile women. “Nigel, release Samson,” Draco ordered firmly. Samson was Draco’s male lion—a magnificent and terrifying beast. Anyone who saw him would be paralyzed with fear.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.