The Druid Of Seoul Station นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He knelt before Drake on one knee, with one hand extended in front of him and the other folded behind him, with both the palms fisted and facing downwards. "I, Sean Joseph, the green dragon of the dragon race and the protector of the Ayur forests secrets, pledge my loyalties to Drake Hamilton, the orange dragon of the dragon race and the CEO of the Hamilton group" Sean pledged. When he opened the fist of the extended arm, Drake's name was floating just above the surface, before it disappeared under the flesh of his palm and disappearing from the view. Drake smiled with relief. He got up from his chair and hugged Sean and patted on his back.

Felix and Suzie were instantly forgotten. "Shit! Come on! We need to go greet him!" Draco barked. There was no way he was going to keep a big shot like Yadiel waiting. In Notura City's underground world, guys like Draco were not even fit to shine his shoes. But before he could take more than a few steps, the office door swung open.

Long shadows fall on them from trees that line the way, faded by the electric light from the lamp posts the university installed for the students’ added security. “Seb, remember what happened the last time we passed this way?” Dorin asked his sworn bother with a laugh as they went on their way. Sebastian didn’t seem to have heard him. He had his hood back over his head. It was shaped strangely, for a small white bird, a caladrius, was currently sleeping beneath it as it perched on his shoulder. “What?” their new aquaintance, Johan, asked curiously. “What happened?” He looked at his two companions as he held on to the sleeping dragon draped over his shoulder.

I managed to build something for myself, something that no one could take away from me and it was freeing, it was liberating and most of all it was mine. I felt a heavy arm drape over my shoulders pulling me from my thoughts, I looked up at Dragus, a smile gracing his handsome face, one I returned with the utmost sincerity. We continued walking down the street for a few more minutes before we arrived at the main train station, once inside Darian bought our tickets and we grabbed ourselves a cooler whilst waiting for the train.

Jenea showed me the message of Quinn saying that there are paparazzi waiting for Jenea's arrival in the station We are now inside the bullet train's first class, waiting for it to leave the station. "That's a not so little situation there." I produced my phone from my pocket and dialed the head of our guards in Seoul "Mr. Lee, can you go to KTX station right now? There are paparazzi there, waiting for Jenea's arrival, you know what to do with them." "I understand, young master Liesel. Expect that there will be no paparazzi when you arrive." I ended the call "Problem solved." I winked at Jenea

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.

*Ember* We ended our conversation long after the sun rose. I sat back in my gaming chair and daydreamed about DracoK4u’s muscular physique, cold yet somehow warm blue eyes, and the intricate dragon tattoo I’d seen peeking over his shoulder. I wondered if it extended all the way across his back. I’d have to ask him to show me next time. The dragon clock on my desk smiled at me, a wooden dragon curled around a round-faced clock. I picked it up, running my hand over the warm wood as I thought about running my hands over DracoK4u’s chest.

CHAPTER 9 The shadow stepped fully into the moonlight between the broken pillars. Tall frame with broad shoulders. Eyes glowed silver for one second then turned dark again. Drax Halvorsen stood there. His clothes looked dusty from hard travel. A long tear marked one sleeve. He stayed still at first. His chest rose and fell quick like he had run a long way.

Now you will see what it feels like to have your loved ones walk away from you'. He smirked and they departed without knowing his presence. The tubers of the house illuminated intuitively. An evil smile appeared on his lips and he proclaimed, 'Baby, I am waiting for you. You have to come to your rightful proprietor so we will have our marriage'. Location: Jongno, Seoul. Harin was standing next to the bar counter in the living room of Leo's secret spot. She put the code in the system and unlocked the accounts in an instant. She made a few changes in privacy and secured accounts.

The crack widened as the massive doors slowly groaned inward. The warm, bioluminescent light of the Eastern Caves spilled over us, washing away the suffocating darkness of the tunnel. Standing directly in the center of the opening, silhouetted against the glowing crystal pillars, was Drax. The old general was sitting rigidly in his wheelchair, his heavy steel mace resting across his lap. Behind him stood a wall of Northern defenders, their spears leveled, their shields locked. When Drax saw us battered, covered in blood, and walking on our own two feet, the heavy mace slipped from his lap and clattered onto the stone floor.