Melodie X Draco Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Melodie, Kayla. I was going to come back when Athena said only one person could be removed, which was me but she didn't let me." "We're still mad at you," Kayla said. "Someone wants to see you." "Who's that?" Heyli asked as she wondered who would be looking for her. "Your crush, I guess. Miguel. He sent Prince Lawrence of The Lycan Confederate to come get you. He's good looking by the way but I hate him," Melodie mumbled. "Where's he?" Heyli asked as they began climbing down the steps. "He's below the steps with his friend, Lawrence." Melodie said and pulled Heyli's hands but when she remembered that she was still mad at her friend, she pulled her hand away and glared at her.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

CHAPTER 40 AMELIA As I struggled against the restraints that held me captive, my heart sank as I looked into Lucia's cold, menacing eyes. She had transformed into a dragon, her scales gleaming with malice, and I knew I was no match for her strength. Fear gripped me, but I refused to show weakness. "Why are you doing this, Lucia?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "We were never friends but I never hated you, I thought even once, when all this was over we could be friends."

Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him, he should at least have a funeral ****

The girl seated beside me with the very pretty eyes, turned towards me and asked, “Hi…Are you looking for someone? You look like you might burn a whole into the doorway with your stare.” Turning my attention towards her, a light smile tugs at my lips as I answered her, “Hi,” I waved, “Yes, I’m waiting for my best friend to decide to make his appearance. I’m Melody by the way.” I held out my right hand waiting for her to shake it in greeting. She smiled right back at me. “Hi Melody, my name is Ava. I’m Alpha Alec of Silvermoon Pack’s twin sister.” She responded while shaking my hand.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

She was too bored to wait, and she really wants to kill those evils. “I can’t wait any longer, your highness. I want to kill them now! It’s obvious that you can’t kill such beautiful women with you own hands. Then let me do the honor,” Drakaina is teasing him, trying to give up the job for her. Evil as always. “I can’t and you know that!”

Chapter Fourteen Arthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury. She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief. This Melody? She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself. Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”

The echoes of Draco’s scream kept flowing through and I was only then broken out of my stupor when the dragon gave one last shove with its tail and Draco fell down to the depths of his incoming death. “WRAYA NO!” I shouted. I watch Draco stretch his arms out for some means of help but soon his calls of help were turning like echoes against the clouds and his body turning smaller and smaller by how much further he was falling. “WRAYA!” I bellowed, this time finally catching the attention of the over protective dragon, or I should even call him that. I wouldn’t mind if the annoying alpha would fall to his death, but what made me realise the core of the situation was Xenia, who would most appre