Does Draco Malfoy Die Novels & Stories

“C’mon Godfrey, I feel you are just overreacting, you know what, I am a hundred percent sure that you would survive this attack.” In all my life, I think that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard. “Yeah,” I said, swallowing hard, there was no need to give myself false hope. “I want to take a walk,” I said suddenly jerking up from my bed, more like Draco said. “What are you doing Draco?” I shouted in my head. “If I am going to die, at least, I should take a last walk in the palace,” he explained. He does have a point.

His heart pounded faster than usual, gripped by fear. “Mom!” Draco was shocked to see his mother lying on the floor, her wrists covered in blood. A knife lay nearby, making it clear she had hurt herself. Draco broke down in tears, kneeling as he hugged his mother. “Mom! Open your eyes! Don’t leave me, Mom!” He could feel her body growing cold. He screamed for her to wake up, but it was no use. She didn’t open her eyes. Draco’s gaze shifted to a letter lying beside her. He picked it up and read.

Astrid has been waiting for him there. "Are you all right?" implored Astrid. "It is okay. I'm all right now. Thanks for helping Me earlier," Draco replied. Astrid breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, I thought you almost died earlier," said Astrid. "Well, you could say that," Draco replied with a grim face. "What do you mean?" "I'm dying, Astrid. If my mission fails, I will die along with the rest of the dragon races,” Draco replied with a darkened face.

Frustrated and left with no options, the Draco rears its head backward and releases a concentrated plume of fire on the ground where Elizabeth was lying on. The Draco’s body heated up in anger. It continued to breathe more fire, slowly turning the ground into ash and glass but it didn’t stop. The fiery plume turns to a shade of blue as its soul releases a lot of power. Eventually, the Draco stops to survey its work. Once the fire settles, the Draco sees that the ground was obliterated into nothing but Elizabeth was still fine, albeit a bit smokey. This was the last straw for the Draco. Charging forward, it strikes Elizabeth’s body with a powerful claw.

"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." Oh, hell no. I might have been a horrible father but you do not touch Elle. I'm going to have to add Draco to the kill list too, maye I'll bury him next to his sister that I let die. "Draco, I'll.. I'll" Draco takes his hand and lifts my face to his. I had been letting it hang against my chest. Hoping the poision would work quickly. As my dark fae eyes meet his dark fae eyes I see no life in his, nothing but revenge. Nothing but a death sentence for me. He licks his lips in anticipation. This guy is nuts.

Unexpectedly Patrick quickly jumped toward the inner castle to run away, but sadly, his fate has already been decided without him knowing. In just that instant, Draco appeared just right beside him and shredded his body parts into minced pieces. Patrick didn't get a chance to teleport because he met his demise quicker than he thought. Draco landed swiftly on the floor and turned back to his human form quickly. He then placed back toward the others, who were dumbstruck by what he just did. It caught them off guard and all his moves were just too fast for the eyes. “That's very nice but where the hell is your shirt common.” Lucas shouted with his gaze fixed on the side.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Yet, that meant Draco had a bargaining chip against the person. Draco was no longer afraid. He calmed down and pondered ways he could negotiate with the person later. Silence engulfed the car for the rest of the drive. … Meanwhile, the fighting had ceased on the other end. Dalton's men examined the dead bodies but didn't find Draco. Although Dalton had died, his gang had a separate team to manage their subordinates. Naturally, someone among them would fight to be the new leader. Still, they couldn't explain things to the rest of the gang if Draco was still alive. So, they had their men chase after him.

I asked in a cold tone and they looked away as though they were hiding something. The atmosphere was awkward as they kept quiet without saying anything. “Someone should talk to me. Where is Draco? And how did I manage to come back alive?” I asked and Asher looked up with a sigh. “You'll have to take heart, Alessia…” I interrupted him before he could complete his statement. “Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking,” I yelled and they shook their heads. “It's Alessia. Draco is dead,” he said and I swallowed hard.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.