Shego X Drakken Novels & Stories

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

“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

Sasha, her voice unwavering, responded, "Everything. I've already lost so much, but I'd give it all to ensure the safety of the Nexus and its inhabitants." The meadow dissolved, replaced by a vision of the guardians in peril. Sasha's heart raced, her instincts kicking in. Draken, in his realm, faced a burning village, reminiscent of his past. He saw his younger self, consumed by anger and vengeance. The younger Draken, with fiery eyes, sneered, "Do you remember the rage? The need for revenge? Do you still feel it?" Draken, deep in thought, replied, "The rage is a part of me, but I've learned to channel it for the greater good. It no longer controls me."

Drake smirked and stood back up to his full height. “It’s no surprise that such a being would strike a female. Demons were never known for their honor and trust.” Brax’s muscles bulged, and I could tell he was planning on ending Drake right then and there. Drake chuckled. “What are you waiting for, dragon prince? Now’s your chance.” Cracks appeared over Drake's skin and bright lights shined through almost like lava lines. This reminds me of the stories that my mother and father told me about Thane Kago. The atmosphere was heated, the air felt electrified, and I knew the two of them were about to come to blows. An evil grin crossed Drake’s face but was quickly wiped off when the sounds of si

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

He licked the bloodstains at the corners of his lips, and unprecedented killing intent flashed in his eyes. Gresham said in a cold tone, "Severin! Even if you have a protective divine weapon, so what? This time, the four prodigies are gathered together. You're going to die here today!" After Gresham finished speaking, Drake transformed himself into a giant dragon, revealing his true dragon form. The terrifying hundreds of feet long figure, hovered in the air, and countless scales gleamed under the illumination of the shattered void. "Kill!" With a roar from Drake, his massive claws pounced towards Severin directly. Gresham also tightly gripped the golden lance in his hand and he dashed towar

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.