Draconic Name の小説・ストーリー

Said the dragon that was now standing in front of Matthew. Matthew looked at it with awe. “You’re a dragon.” “A Dragon Emperor. My name is Draco Blair, the Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” His voice was filled with pride. “Draco.. I have heard about you.” “Of course. Nevermind that, as I said, I am one who brings destruction. Your power is sourced from mine, but your power is not the same as mine.” “What does that mean?” Matthew asked. “I cannot explain it, but simply said our powers are the same and different at the same time.” Draco shook his head. “That’s not the point. What I meant to say is that your power is for destroying, not protecting.”

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.

Severin smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, this is Darshia, and Darshia is also known as Dracodom. Do you know why that is?" "Humor me." Jon frowned. He did not know why Darshia was also known as Dracodom, since other countries were not as special. Severin looked at him and said seriously, "Because Darshians are the descendants of dragons, and Dracodom is a sacred and inviolable place. Why should I spare your life when you encroach upon us?" He then rushed forward in a flash. Jon still wanted to resist, but he was no match for Severin at all. Within seconds, another corpse lay on the ground.

Alpha king Draco sat before the large table working on piles of files, his face looked like that of the devil. He wasn't angry yet the aura that surrounded him was that of peril. No one dared to badge in the way Draven had done. No one dared to except they wanted their death. Alpha King Draco was hell himself whoever was going to dare him needed to have gone through the seven mountains of volcano. He was feared for a reason. “For someone who hadn't seen me in years and needs help shouldn't you crawl toward me?” Draco didn't look up. Of course, he knew his son was around, the moment he held the gate and asked permission to cross the border, he knew.

I asked and chuckled lightly. "You know what, mysterious guy. This is out territory, this is our domain, and we call the shots around here. You can't just trick us into following your order." Drake announced. "Firstly, my name isn't MYSTERIOUS GUY, my name is Damon Draco. Secondly, this doesn't look like your domain, thirdly, I didn't trick you to come here. Think of it, you came by your own wish, in better word's, you brought me here and that's why I call the shots wherever I go.

“I know he does, Victoria… I mean your mother told me, but they aren’t on good terms, what about him?” “Father said that even though they aren’t on good terms, he’d avenge him if he ever found out that he was dead. Father told me to find him…to tell him…to get his help…he told m~” “W-We…Denae we don’t know how he looks, where he is or what’s his name…we won’t succeed, so just d~” “Draco…his name is Draco, but most people call him merciless, and his pack is located towards the south of here. I came this way to find him, but I ended up finding you. I’m going to find him, I have to find him.”

Because of this, Ben would often sneak out a few shots of alcohol for Adrian to ease his homesickness. Adrian had not forgotten the conversations and chats he had with Ben. In fact, he was the one who gave Adrian the codename Draco. When Adrian had just entered Wyvern Peak six years ago, he would often hide out in the training grounds to cry, unable to handle the immense pressure of the training and feeling homesick. Ben was the one who noticed him and would have a chat with Adrian from time to time. Later, when Ben told Adrian to get himself a codename to signify a new beginning, Adrian had absolutely no idea what name to take. Thus, Ben gave him the name Draco, affiliated with brave dragon

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

“There’s more. The scent on the corpses wasn’t just wolf. There was dragon shifter energy mixed in. This wasn’t the work of rogues. It was a hybrid—a powerful one.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is a big problem.” “Exactly,” Drake said. “We could be dealing with a hybrid who has the energy of both a vampire and a dragon. Or a wolf-vampire hybrid.” “They have names, you know,” Drake added. “What?” “A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits”

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”