Lucius Draco Novels & Stories

"Aston, go get the guards. Don't mind this..." He has yet to finish his words when a relative rushes in, a horrified expression on his face as he shivers violently and bows with his face to the floor. "The guards, the elite fighters, everyone. They are currently laying on the ground outside groaning in agony, Mr. Norman. The massive lion statue bearing our family name has also been demolished. One of the men claims that the young man Lucien Wood did so with only a kick. Lucien is not bragging, Mr. Norman; he defeated them all without receiving a single scratch. This is one of them that we were able to bring in. Take a look." Mr. Norman turns to face the man they're dragging in and his jaw sl

“Very loyal to me. Isn’t it funny how you thought she served you?” Lucia’s knees nearly buckled. Draco cursed under his breath. “Lucia…” he growled, but his tone wasn’t protective. It was a warning. A distancing. A clear acknowledgment that she had dragged him into something he wanted no part of. Lucia immediately turned to him, with desperation seeping into her voice. “Draco, please. Tell her this wasn’t…tell her you wanted…” But he looked away. Didn’t even bother to defend her or contradict Nyla.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

The way Lucifer had twisted his hand when he had shaked him and the constant glare he was always sending to his way still surprised him. Though he was jealous but he could do nothing about it, he couldn't separate them. He just wanted Skyler to be happy, he would do anything to make her happy. “ Hmm ” he signed and took of his glass which he always wears and dropped it on the table. “ Lucas Grey ” he called Lucifer's company name. There was something off about that man, something he couldn't put his finger on but he would find out about it. He closed his eyes when the image of Maya's smiling face came into his mind.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I welcomed his plan. And who in his right mind could reject such an escape from the jaws of the dragon? I looked into the dark ceiling as I flash backed my past. Never had I thought I would ever end up in such a circus of horrible and disgusting events. But here I was to either die or prepare to die later. "Am in for the plan, but we have to be very careful with our steps. Any wrong move and we will all be dead. If Clemont Hill..." "You don't have to mention his name. Even the gods ain't happy with what you are going though. You don't deserve this!" He retorted.

The weight of it all crumbles hearts and leaves souls shattered. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, Lucian have the order for the petrol to be poured on it and after a brief stare and minutes of silence. He breathed out some inaudible words and lit it. The fire consumed it at once, burning hot like a dragon's flame and filled the air with smoke. Of course, he was more than a dragon, a mighty soldier, embedded into the skin of a human. He'll be back, I know it, men like him don't die so soon.

My chest loosened ever so slightly. "I don't have the sorcerer's antidote with me," Darius muttered with a curse. “He won't be able to speak unless I use the antidote.” My jaw tightened. Dark magic. That was the secret behind their plan. "Put the call through," Ruth said. "Let Lucien see his brother in our hands. He'll surrender." I was glad to know Lucien was fighting and winning against their army. "Yes," one of the Alphas agreed. "Our future queen is right."

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle