Mikey And Draken Novels & Stories

“You think my dragon form is… beautiful” A slight blush crept on their cheeks… Nuri then answered his question “It is only an ability that the archdragons possess, it is a secret that we protect.” “So then why trust me with your human form” “I don’t know… there’s something about you, I just haven’t figured it out yet” “So how long have you been around?” “A couple hundred years” “Was your mate killed or have you not found your mate” “You certainly do not waste time in getting straight to the point”

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Draken touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly. Adam charged again, putting everything he had into one final attack. He swung at Draken’s throat, aiming to end the fight in one blow. But Draken caught his wrist midair. The crack of bones snapping echoed through the hall. Adam’s face twisted in pain, yet he still tried to fight through it, throwing another punch with his free hand. Draken blocked it easily before slamming his elbow into Adam’s ribs. A sickening crunch followed. Adam staggered but refused to fall. Even injured, he attacked again.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

He knelt before Drake on one knee, with one hand extended in front of him and the other folded behind him, with both the palms fisted and facing downwards. "I, Sean Joseph, the green dragon of the dragon race and the protector of the Ayur forests secrets, pledge my loyalties to Drake Hamilton, the orange dragon of the dragon race and the CEO of the Hamilton group" Sean pledged. When he opened the fist of the extended arm, Drake's name was floating just above the surface, before it disappeared under the flesh of his palm and disappearing from the view. Drake smiled with relief. He got up from his chair and hugged Sean and patted on his back.

“I keep waiting for you to pick me, Draven...Just once. But you never do.” Draven’s face twisted with pain. “That’s not true. The double bond is real. I feel it pulling me to you every damn second.” “But you still walk away,” I cried. “Every time.” Lila spun and fought two rivals at once, her knives piercing through each wolf. “Less talking, more moving! They’re surrounding us!” Kai pulled me toward a side corridor while fighting. “This way. My crew has an exit route.” Draven roared and shifted fully into his massive black wolf, tearing through the enemies blocking us. “She stays with me!”

Jackson spat at the Bloodrayne spokeswolf. “We can discuss that when you meet my father,” Misha replied fawningly. “Fa– are you…Misha Drakin?” Jackon asked hesitantly. “It knows my name! I am flattered!” Misha exclaimed lightly. “Don’t be. Many know your name, Master Drakin,” Jackson replied coolly. “I like how you say that, nameless one,” Misha droned, “I think I might keep you,” he continued in the same tone, winking at Jackson.

I trailed off. "The Draekien. It was here." She murmured slightly and inclined her head towards Bren who grabbed my arm and hers. It startled me but not as much as the shifting. One moment, I was and another, I wasn't. I'd puked on Vivi's pants and boots when he sifted us directly into a hall where herself and Morpheus were arguing about something, well that was before I retched. Morpheus had cracked up and Bren had joined in. Surprisingly, Genevieve patted my back and spoke nicely before she turned around kneed her mate in the groin for laughing at her. Startled by her reaction, I cracked up as well.