Pink Dracos Novels & Stories

The color looks like concrete and I watch in fascination as a pink dragon goes in to land. He lowers us closer to the ground as he circles the area. The pink dragon turns into a woman with hair the same color and she runs to the side grabbing a piece of fabric from another person. That person points toward the sky and everyone starts to leave the area. They move so fast the area is cleared in seconds while I pucker my eyebrows. Why doesn’t he just land while everyone is there like the pink dragon?

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

"Yeah, I am just walking them out... This new Doctor is really impressive by the way." Anamika pointed at Vera. Alexander frowned at her. "Okay!" "Thanks Mrs. Marino... We should leave now..." Dr. Martin said, and Vera silently followed him. She was relieved thinking they didn't recognise her but when she was about to cross Alexander he grabbed her by arm and dragged her in front of her. Dr. Martin started shaking in fear, so did other staff. Vera closed her eyes knowing that he recognised her. Her heart was hammering. "Everyone out!"

I never believed this tale since this was just a made up tale for small children’s to keep them away from wandering in night, but I think my understanding was proven wrong as this awful looking lady looks just like the Marduktema mentioned in tales. As I was lost in my own thought I saw blue colored flame emerging out of Draco from his hands and in blink of an eye it turned into a shape of thick whip. ‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

It wasn't the reflection of the lamplight, Drake's eyes had completely changed color and were shining. "Us? What do you mean?" “Why would the Dark Elves want you? Why did the Moon Goddess bless you? And obviously... How did you get the dragon mark? We have a lot to talk about, June," Drake replied. “Moon Goddess? Dragon mark? Please explain! I don't understand a single thing you're talking about!” exclaimed June frustrated. Drake suddenly stood straight in front of June. "Let me show you," said Drake. Suddenly Drake's eyes turned golden, his handsome face turned into golden scales that covered most of his face down to his neck. Drake took off his shirt and how surprised June was when he saw

I needed to find out what was going on. “Ladies, make sure our new friends remain in the house. I have to go check on the Vasili.” I hurried to the master bedroom and opened the door without knocking. Drayce was in his half-dragon form with his wings, claws, fangs, and scales all showing. He was a deep, rich green with an iridescent golden glow over each scale; like sunlight through a forest canopy. Poppy was sitting on the padded bench against the wall. She bit her lip as she watched Drayce and Anders tumble about on the bed. I did, too. They may not be my type, but they were yummy together.

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."