Best Draco Malfoy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

Draco had just tossed Blakely onto the bed, shredding his shorts off so quickly that the sound of seams popping filled the room. He cocked his head towards them. “Well, are you going to join us or have your decades of celibacy turned you into a voyeur?” Blakely’s voice trickled down the bond, followed by a cry that came when Draco pinned her legs above her head and latched his mouth onto her greedy pussy. ‘Whoever gives me the most orgasms will be my favorite mate.’ Azrael and I locked eyes. A grin slowly spread across his face. I barely had the time to analyze it before he chucked one of the large tomes at my face and ran to the bed.

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

I didn't stop to think; I seized him firmly by the neck. "Miley is mine!"| can't contain this urge. The mere thought of that potential reality infuriates me, and here he is, voicing the very torment haunting me. Draco: Do you hear yourself? You violated her, she detests you, she fears you! And most importantly, your presence only makes her sentiments doubly torturous. Have you lost reason? All you're accomplishing is causing her more pain. I know that, and it's palpable, because feel similarly anguished. I'm aware that if she were to accept me, even slightly, it would not be genuine, likely coerced by the children that

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.

He would not make a noise till I needed him to. I never understood why Master preferred or loved Draco so much. I was the one who hovered around him. I was the one who took care of all his physical needs even when he was in meditation. I was the one who cared for him with all my heart. I never ever flinched for a second to give my life up for his service. Yet he preferred Draco who would always talk back. And let me remind you, it has nothing to do with loyalty towards our kingdom. This relationship was such since he was running about undressed, in his diapers. " Draco might be rude and insensible at times, but he got what others don't. He got foresight, vision and only he will be able to le

"Because today Draco is going to spend the entire morning finding reasons to be wherever we are so he can watch you interact with me, and that will be distracting for both of us and enormously entertaining for me, and I intend to enjoy it before we get to work." I stared at her. "He thinks he's subtle," she said, serenely. "He has never been subtle. Not once in his entire life." I thought about Draco. About the careful distance and the controlled expression and the way he delivered enormous pieces of himself in very flat, plain sentences as though that made them smaller. "No," I agreed. "He really hasn't." Elara's smile widened. And then the library door opened, and Draco appeared in the doo

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.

The young dragon lord’s heart shattered as he watched his mate’s agony unfold, her screams a haunting symphony of despair that reverberated through the very heavens. In a cruel twist of fate, her features shifted, morphing into those of Sylph, Mordecai’s own cherished mate. Fear gripped Mordecai’s soul as he witnessed a council member approach—not just any council member, but himself—with the dagger of shadows gleaming ominously in his grasp.