Kim Possible Drakken Novels & Stories

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

and I stopped him and said, "I am mated to you, I never stopped loving you, I nor Lora could ever get over you and we couldn't wait to die to be with you, but you came back saving us the trouble and we will be in this together for as long as the moon goddess wants us here." We entered his penthouse and Drax's eyes glazed over feeling pain, I knew something was wrong he grabbed my hand and we were back at my old pack and saw the rogues attacking. Lora linked us and said, "I feel the pain, something is wrong with our baby," and Drax said, "Where is Rikaa, Lora?" She said, "With Cam," and we changed into our wolves fighting the rogues, I linked Carl and he said, "Rikaa is dying, she has been at

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

His lips tugged back as his eyes rolled back then downwards. The ruby and green color they once carried melted away, replaced by two blood-red orbs, gleaming like fresh beads soaked in the blood of his victims. From the distant ends of his head, wolf ears burst upward through the golden-bronze hair, standing tall and alert. The fur around them of similar color to the hair around them. His legs thickened, joints shifting with grinding crunches, forming the bent, powerful stance of a chimpanzee. But somehow, Kruel stood a little taller, more upright, towering over Ligon. His arms hung low and heavy, long enough to drag knuckles if he allowed it.

But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance. I watched him starve and get cold, I watched him cry and grow. A day in heaven is far more different than a day on earth. My armor was gone and same with my other powers, I will be like this for one month. A month equivalent to decade on earth. Day by day I started to understand why they want him dead. Sometimes I wish he will not wake up from his sleep and will be gone so that his sufferings will end. I saw him grow strong, there are days that I try to manifest as an old man giving him food or penny. There are days I pretend to be one of his classmate and hand him help. As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them,

I scream inside my helmet. I scan the line of pinned bikers. I see Leon firing a shotgun from behind a dumpster. I see Riker dragging a wounded prospect to cover. Then I see him. Drakon. He’s in the center of the street. Exposed. He’s not moving. His massive black Harley is on its side. And Drakon is under it. His leg is pinned beneath the engine block. He’s returning fire with his handgun, shooting blindly at the rooftops, but he’s trapped.

But I was breathing. I was still breathing. Draken crouched beside me, his lollipop back between his teeth as if nothing had happened. His black eyes studied me with infuriating calmness. “Not bad,” he said, almost amused. “you actually endured.” I wanted to punch him. To scream at him. To demand why he put me through that. But all I could do was lie there, trembling, the faint longer of the poison still burning in my veins. “You know,” he continue. “I've never had someone endure my darkness so I sort of lied when I told you to endure and it will save you. I didn't expect it to work at all, I thought you were going to die but congratulations!”

"I've never seen you around here. What's your business with her?" Drako smirked, a subtle arrogance in his demeanor. "Let's just say I have my reasons. But, do I detect a hint of recognition in your eyes? Have we crossed paths before?" Kaden squinted, searching his memory. "You do look familiar, but I can't place where I've seen you." With a devious grin, Drako's eyes glowed with a hidden menace. In an instant, his body moved, transforming into his powerful wolf form. The moonlight glistened on his sleek fur as he lunged at Kaden.

Focused right at Draken. “You have lied to every person in this room, either in the past, present, or future. Now you answer for those lies. My daughter’s life, hell all our lives are on a knifes edge and I have a feeling you have quite a few missing pieces we need. Am I wrong?” Kyle released, Chief, his inner wolf to deal with their old friend, taking a back seat for once. “I know what you know, nothing more.” Draken said, hands held up in defense, looking to Rei and Artemis for help.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.