Dear Draco Novels & Stories

Zara and Lia both gasped, then Zara said, "you're so evil Draco. how can you do something like this, and still sleep at night? you're heartless." Draco bent down to clutch Zara's face. "I'm not heartless Zara. Feel this! do you feel how it's beating fast? If I don't have a heart, it wouldn't beat, and I wouldn't love you, my goddess," he muttered, trailing his fingers on Zara's face. "Get your dirty hands off me," Zara squealed, tilting her head away from his reach.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

“Why? Why me?” “Are you serious?” Vincent said with weak laughter. Drakaina tightened her grip on the prince's neck, “Do you think I’m making fun here?” “Alright, alright! Because I love you . . . and I’m crazy about you. Satisfied?” “Why are you doing this?” “Can we talk in a nicest way than this?” Drakaina doesn't know why she's doing this, it's useless for her to fight if her friends die and she's also not sure if they're okay or not. She carefully released the prince and put her knife away, while the prince is caressing his own neck.

"Don't," I said. My voice came out wrong. "I'm not saying goodbye," she said. "I'm saying what I should have said more often." She looked at me steadily. "He loves you. I want you to know that I see it clearly. Draco whatever he is, however difficult he is to read he loves you in the specific, unguarded way of someone who has never loved anything before and doesn't know how to do it small." She paused. "Let him."

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.

At the pack grounds, the celebration was in full swing. Crystal towers of champagne shimmered under the chandeliers, and every face in the crowd beamed with celebratory joy. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, Draco stood beside Nanette, who held onto his arm, and looked every bit the proud Alpha. "I, Draco Pierce, swear upon my wolf soul that from this day forth, Nanette Chase shall be my only mate and Luna. "I will share with her my strength, my honor, and my life. She is my beloved, eternal, and sole."

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

James hailed, "What brings you to my crib at an hour as this?" Draco or Master Draco as he was known amongst his peers and business partners was a fat, stout man who had a humorous face but there was nothing humorous about him. His name made people's skin crawl and instill fear in their hearts. It was worse for those he had dealings with, he was a terror. He was their worst nightmare. "I heard the news, you know how stories fly and nothing goes by me without my hearing even before it's on the news" Draco said smirking. "I came to check on the family".

But my questions tangled and died on my tongue when his gaze lingered on me, hot and unyielding. Instead, I asked softly, “So… what’s your name? Your full name?” He chuckled, like the question amused him. “Draco. Draco Thomas.” It sounded so ordinary, so normal. Nothing about him felt ordinary, though. The car, the attention, the roses that mysteriously appeared on my desk every morning. But here I was, sitting beside him anyway. Here goes nothing, I thought. Today, I’d find out who Draco really was—if he was the dangerous kind Sister Nora warned me about, or the kind I’d give my heart to.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."