Anime Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

Draco had wanted to erase thoughts about his past Isolde uprooted and went into the woods. Draco had focused on his prey, a deer, after nocking his arrow on the bow and readied himself to strike when he felt a lance pierce the back of his knee. He'd yelped and dropped the bow in haste, only to turn and see the group of males. "Unbounds!" Draco had growled in anger, targeting the males, armed and ready to kill him. Alfos had laid complaints about the Unbounds. A group of people who were against Draco and his aim to reclaim the throne of Bloomington.

The rich young masters were not her cup of tea, and they were nothing compared to the Wolf King. “Get in, I’ll send you back,” Malfoy said with a bright smile. “No thanks,” Rainbow said with a pout before she got into the passenger’s seat of the Mercedes. Malfoy was irritated. He was the young master of the Astons, a wealthy young man who was the ideal prince to many young girls. There would be a line of girls just waiting to get into his car and spend time with him but not Rainbow. Malfoy saw Andrius starting the car. A hint of grim flashed across his fair and handsome face. He went up to the driver’s seat and said, “Punk, do you know who I am? How dare you…”

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

“No. The dragons don’t fight, not like that, anyway. They may jockey for position with their queen, but outright fighting would never be tolerated by Ylys and I very seriously doubt that Cyryl would ever let a male who injured a member of her thunder fly her in a mating flight.” “Well, that’s good to know,” I say as he hands me a bowl of soup. “It’s probably cold now. You’ve been asleep for a couple of hours.” I take the bowl that looks like it’s been carved out wood and drink the soup. I close my eyes as the brothy soup slides easily down my throat and to my empty stomach. I finish one bowl, then he hands me another. I drink about half of the second, as I watch Bynjym lovingly and teasingly

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

“Tana, the fire dragon, Avani, the earth dragon, Zephyr, the air dragon, and Kaylani, the water dragon. Underneath are your dragons’ DNA strands compared to the ones above it. I look at all of them, first the top and then the bottom. “None of these are broken like they were on the other side,” I say. “That’s correct. And this,” he says, pointing to the last top and bottom images, “are Ancalagon’s DNA from before and yours now,” he says. When I look, they look identical. “My dragon has all four elements and unlike over here, all of them are equal? Is that right?” “Very good! That’s correct,” he says and for some reason, his praise makes me feel happy, almost proud of myself. I really need to

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."