Pink Dracos Novels & Stories

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

Dracon smiled as he clasped his brothers hand in his “She is a feisty one….She took out Jacobi all by herself…he was one of my best…too bad..” He shrugged as he took a seat near the table. Anatoly sat down as well and looked at his brother “How did she do that?” Dracon smiled as he replied “She is a special wolf…there was a purple mist that forced him to shift and then ended his life…she is a white wolf with golden and purple spirals…they were glowing when she did that..and so were her eyes….but they are different…they glow gold purple and blue all at once…that is odd is it not?”

She's like a volcano that is ready to explode, in all her life she never picks a fight but it looks like that will happen now if the woman continues with that kind of attitude. Nina approached Draco and checked his vitals and serum. She's aware that she was not a doctor of humans but even so she still knew that his color was really strange. She stopped when Draco suddenly held her arm. "Draco, you're finally awake—" The smile she was planning to do was interrupted when he woke up and she saw that the color of his eyes was different, it was red. Nina grunted when he tightened his grip on her arm. "D-Draco, you're hurting me."

He wondered how all them live in such a small house. Suddenly, one of her daughters came out of the room. She was very tall and had had her hair trimmed and dyed pink. She wore a short gown that was almost transparent, and her lips were painted red to match the red gown she was wearing. Richard was so surprised at her appearance that he couldn't stop looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked when she noticed him. "I'm sorry," Richard replied. "Please Suzan, don't you know that he's my guest," Mama Ruth interfered. "Whatever," she said and is walked out.

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

"They sound really powerful." "They are. It's why the royal family are normally all pink eye dragons." I suddenly realised that I still didn't know who this man was, "Oh, I forgot to ask your name." He smiled and said, "Cyprus." "Can you tell us why we were drawn towards this place?"

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.