Veela Draco Novels & Stories

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“Get out. You know what we are doing. Stop them or you will have the court’s blood on your hands.” Draco’s laugh came as a rasp, wet and furious. “You threaten me with court blood?” He spat, then vomited a smoky breath. “You do not know what I can do. I could take you apart and stitch you back into a new thing, a perfect thing.” He peered at her belly with a look that disgusted me, or horrified me. Part hunger, part clinical curiosity. “I need that pup.”

Yet at the heart of it, two figures moved as one: Verath Dravenor, Dragon King of Ashenrealm, and Elara Nightvale, healer and forbidden magic wielder. Verath’s amber eyes glowed brighter than ever, the dragon coiled beneath his skin stirring violently. Scales began to rise along his arms and back, faint glimmers of molten gold tracing his form. His breaths came in low, guttural roars that carried both fury and longing, his power a living, untamed storm.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Orabella was shocked once more. Lucifer clicked his tongue and remarked, "That's quite a daring move! S-class dragon veins are incredibly rare throughout Dasovia, and each one is vital to the nation's prosperity. The king of Dasovia is actually prepared to offer one for this agreement. It appears the king is also taking a significant risk."

Draco. “No, that’s going to be too risky,” Draco immediately countered, shaking his head as he moved away from the window. His inner mind hated the idea of setting a trap for her. There was no way Isolde was a Wraithling. A beast. For all Draco knew, he was the first beast to ever exist. The abbot mentioned that to him after his first shift into a Wraithling years back. He was the first of his kind, Draco was certain about that.

It was a wonder Danae's Lesser Fae side turned out to be a full Siren and it brought suspicion as to the true origin of Lord Vasilis. There were Sirens in Elysium but none were full Sirens. Quarter-bloods. Half-bloods at most. The appearance of a fullblood would cause an uproar. It was already hard enough for them to accept a Half-Fae woman as their Lord,and now to top it all, she was a Siren...and mate to the Fire Dragon. An Ice Dragon. I held her golden gaze as she stopped and stood in front of me,managing to look down at me from her nose even if i was nearly twice her height. "Shall we?"She asked icily. She turned and nodded in Tymon's direction. "Thank you."