Super Monsters Drac Novels & Stories

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

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.

I’d almost forgotten he and Kaela were still in the room. “You don’t need to worry, Lydia,” he said gently. “When the moon comes up, he’ll heal.” I blinked at him. “What?” “I have self-healing powers, Little Flame,” Leonidas added, watching my confused expression. A breath I didn’t know I was holding rushed out of me. I relaxed back on my ankles as I was kneeling beside him on the bed, still clutching the blood-soaked rag. Leonidas, after a moment of quiet, reached out with his bloodied hand and laid it gently over mine. His skin was warm, too warm, and even though I kept my head low, refusing to meet his eyes, I could feel them on me.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

As I shifted back to my human form his eyes grew big and the gun in his hand begins to shake. “What the hell are you?” He said in a shaky voice. “Your worst nightmare.” I begin to walk down the steps of the helipad towards him and brought only my scales out to protect me from any bullets in case he decides to shoot. “You’re not human. No humans can turn into monsters.” He said the gun was still trembling in his hand. “Dragon. And you are right,” I said with a smirk, “I am not human. And you tried to kill my mate. Now I will avenge her by taking your life.”

She was too tempting and what if he slipped and she discovered he was a dragon? He shook his head. No, it was better this way. One night of passion for them both to remember. The coldness of the crystal itched across his palm. Once his dad realized Earth had a few of these quasicrystals, he'd send Kohl and some of his brothers to scour for more. Their weapons could be reanimated and they could win this war. Kohl folded his wings and landed outside the cave entrance. Nothing around him stirred and he scooted through the opening, twisting slightly at the end to wedge his way deeper into the labyrinth. At the opening, a body collided into his.

"You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life." I've never seen a dragon before and the thought makes my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My head spins and my palms become sweaty with fear. My goosebumps rise to

Seeing the fear of death in his eyes, I understood that he would tell me everything seeing his death in front of him. "Please, don't burn me. I..I will tell you everything I know. I swear. Please. I just heard some people talking. It was last seen in North America, Louisiana. The vampire mafia is involved in this whole chaos. I heard my boss talking to people. The sorcerers who got their hands on that thing, they all ended up dead. Their bodies were torn apart. Until the vampires got it. That is all I know about that thing. Now please, just let me go." He said and started crying crazily. He was afraid. Anyone would be. When they know they have a dragon standing in front of them.

As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance. Next to Rohan was General Oxland, and coolly claiming his seat beside the general was the CEO of Steele Industries, Cahlel Steele. He focuses his attention on our metal and mining industries. When in dragon form, his scales turn into all kinds of metal and it becomes deadly for the werewolves. Six more dragons joined the conference table, and these were our elders. They were what comprised my father’s council when he still lived and ruled. They were our advisers in just about everything dragon-related, and they were the ones who kept badgering me about finding my mate.