Pink Dracos Novels & Stories

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."

Miren shouted: "Let go of my hand!" A flash of tears can sometimes be seen in Drake's eyes, which have taken on a horrifying, dark red color. This is the same color that human blood has when a person has died. He grimaced, no longer as gentle and slow as before, but charged straight at Miren; Drake shouted. "I need you to take me to your mother because I refuse to believe that Kyra Morraco could pass away. She told me that she would wait for me to come to find her, and I can't believe that she would abandon me in such a callous manner."

Wouldn’t we have figured that out sooner if it were true? Gently, the drakaina places her tapered fingertips at very precise points on her crown, each one glowing to life as her flesh connects with the smooth, iridescent markings. As she does, her humming increases in frequency and volume, the tone turning lavender, the crown responding along with the markings on her arms, until both are glowing a faint purple in response. Her tongue moves, her mouth shape changes, and the note glows indigo, then violet, and red. One by one, she shifts her voice through the tones of the rainbow, right before all the colors coalesce, becoming all of them combined, a bright white so blinding that all I can see

He's been abusing her and now wants to do it again right here in the car park with me and some strangers who might be passing by at the moment as his audience. * * AUTHOR'S NOTE I don't usually write dark theme books, 'Sold To The Rouge King' will be my first. The theme is necessary, given the context of the story. So before you read 'Sold To The Rogue King', bear in mind that Draco is a psycho. He is a hybrid so he's meant to be dangerous and cruel. Some of the things he will do might be triggering to some readers so consider this a fear warning ahead. I totally detest weak female leads. Just like Ash, Victoria will NOT be a weakling. Draco will surely meet his match in her.

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

Arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes unreadable as he looked between Drake and I. I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, along with his friends. Giving in, I looked over at the two of them. Drake’s eyes weren’t the normal forest green that I was used to. Instead, they were coal-black and I could see the struggle on him that I had seen on the faces of my mates before. His eyes were glued to the claiming bites that littered my body. My boss was pissed. The dark-haired man beside him looked between the two of us before his hand shot out. Resting on Drake’s arm, seeming to remind him of what was going on.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.