Draco M Novels & Stories

the second man said. I held up my arm and he looked at my bracelet. “He was sent here by Sorin.” Costin opened a tablet and I assumed accessing my file. “Yeah, look, it says it right here. There is no division for gray dragons because they’re so rare. He wants daily updates on him.” The second man looked at me again and back at the tablet. “Welcome to the group. I’m Dorin Albescu.” “Wynter Grey.” We shook hands and I noted that he had the same surname as Sorin and made a mental note to make a friend of this man.

Eventually, Princess Christina nodded, "No." "Alright then." After this affirmation, Draco walked over to the bamboo birdcage hanging from a tree nearby. He took a New Zealand Night Parrot from inside, tied an arrow to its body, lightly patted its wings, and sent it soaring into the sky. After a moment, even its shadow was no longer visible. Draco turned back, standing in the center. His gaze seemed to capture all the light in the sky and earth, his radiant ethereal presence grabbing everyone's attention. His voice rang out, filled with charm, "I'm done."

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 noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

Draco, though he had a seemingly young look, is a 700 years old vampire and he had the foresight of a shaman. A soft creaking sound pulled me from my reverie as Draco began his daily rituals, his deep voice resonating with power as he immersed himself in his meditation and spells. This was my cue; the moment I had been patiently waiting for. With careful precision, I slipped out of bed, my movements quiet and calculated. I couldn't bear the thought of getting caught slipping away from the house. Draco would be wild with rage if he caught me.

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”