Mikey X Draken Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood rooted to the spot and clenched my fist tightly, blinking back the tears that were threatening to drop. Not now, Charlotte, not now, not here. I wanted to leave, I wanted to peel my eyes away from the scene in front of me that was now permanently etched onto my brain, but I could not. “Hey! You’re Charlotte, right? The Secretary?” I didn’t know when Mia turned around, having pulled away from him. She had a smile on her face, one that seemed genuine. “I’m Mia Drakenett. Drake’s future wife,” she extended her perfectly manicured hands to me, the smile permanently etched on her face. She was still leaning on Drake’s chest.

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

“He’s not soft. He’s… territorial.” Maya’s grin widened. “Territorial looks a lot like caring from where I’m standing, Luna.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands, but I couldn’t stop the unexpected smile that tugged at my lips. Later that morning, Draken returned. He looked exhausted, shadows under his eyes, but his gaze found me immediately, scanning me from head to toe like he was checking for new injuries. “How’s the ankle?” he asked, voice rough. “Still attached,” I replied, the corner of my mouth twitching. “Surprisingly.”

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.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

I had just finished taking my bath as I watched myself in the mirror, I looked at the new tattoo that magically formed on my torso because of Bashien, a protection barrier, not many people will be able to hurt me unless you are one of the Supremes. Speaking of the Supremes, my best friend Drax is probably pissed at us, but he will understand that he gave me the boost I needed to wake up earlier than expected. I felt bad I used him like that so I was going to apologize and I linked him smiling at myself, "Hey, Draxon, it's me, Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you would pass out." He replied, "You are so dead Mikey, fuck, you know how bad I felt? Jeez," before he laughed and said, "I'm s

This monstrous red light that Drake possesses is the ultimate weapon that he uses to control Dylan. "Drake put a stop to that!" Miren yelled. "Please put an end to this immediately. Dylan will die." Even though the pain in her body was excruciating, Miren still managed to crawl up and make her way toward Drake in an attempt to beg him. Drake cast his eyes over Miren's helpless form, and though it was obvious that his gaze had softened somewhat, there was still a ferocity that was difficult to conceal deep within him. He moved closer to her and, even though Miren had suffered serious injuries, he pulled her toward himself. While being pulled by Drake, Miren's delicate body displayed signs of

He grabs Mick’s right arm—the one that touched me. He twists. CRACK. The sound is sickening. Like a dry branch snapping in winter. Mick’s scream is high and thin, piercing the small room. Drakon releases him. Mick drops to the floor, cradling his ruined arm, whimpering like a kicked dog. "Get out." Drakon’s voice is gravel grinding on glass. Low. lethal. "My arm! You broke my—" Drakon takes a step forward. His boot draws back. Mick scrambles backward, sliding on the broken glass, blood dripping from his nose. He doesn't stand up. He crawls. He scrambles past me, terrified eyes wide and white, and throws himself out into the hallway.

“Okay, girls. It’s time for the movie. Everyone voted on the Crow. Are you in or out?” Amara and I nod our heads. “Oh, we’re in.” She answers. Amara and I love the Crow. There’s just something about a hot rocker guy who comes back to avenge his true love’s death that gets our heart pumping. Nevaeh whoops with excitement. “Hell, yeah, let’s do this.” Once the movies over, we stretch our limbs and pour a couple more drinks. We sit in a circle in front of the coffee table as Nevaeh explains why Mikhail looks like the star of the movie. None of us really refute her claim. Mikhail cross could be Eric Draven’s twin with his rocker vibe, dark hair, and brooding good looks.

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.