Draco And Hermione Fan Art Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon. They tousled around for a few minutes before Asrar got the upper hand and bit down on the intruders wing. He tossed him a small distance away as he stood his ground. He didn’t have time for this. He had to find Desiree. His head turned to the women who now had two boys around her. He was floored, she was so identical to Rosalie it wasn’t funny. The only difference is she had intense blue eyes. ‘If your fight is with me then take my life but leave my families alone.’ The dragon growled trying to get a good position to attack. Asrar froze at the voice, he had known it from somewhere. When his eyes fell on

Her nails dug into her palms until they almost bled. Good. I turned back to Red Dragon. “I don't wanna stay here anymore.” I moaned softly, pouting my lips. “I wanna go with you.” I said. My father rose and stepped forward. I saw the glare in his eyes but I didn't care. I didn't hold his gaze. “Why? What's going on darling?” Red Dragon asked. “Nothing, my Lord. Octavia can be like that sometimes. She's just a playful girl. You know that already.” My Dad cut in.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

Hector stared in disbelief at who he was seeing, and the sudden fear on his face showed that he had not even considered the possibility of Damon's long banished twin resurfacing again. “Draco…” one elder choked from the ground, with horror filling every syllable. Another spat out weakly, “Impossible. He was banished… he should be dead!” Draco’s lips formed into his usual dark smile that was both charm and cruelty. His features looked more hardened from the effects of his time in exile, but there was no mistaking him. The uncanny resemblance to Damon… the same powerful build, the same sharp jawline, only made the contrast more painful. Damon carried his power with restraint, but Draco was not

The edges curling. I pull the thumbtack out. I hold it under the desk lamp. It’s Drakon. He looks young. Maybe eighteen. No beard. No scars. His smile is easy, open—a smile I’ve never seen. He has his arm around a girl. She’s small. Dark hair. Fierce eyes. She looks like him. She has his jawline. His intensity. But it’s what she’s wearing that stops my heart. She’s wearing a denim cut.

She laughed, it was short and genuine, slightly disbelieving. "Of all the things," she said, to him, shaking her head. "Of all the ways you could have.." she stopped. "You found yourself a witch." "Well a witch and an Omega, an extremely complicated situation," I said. Elara looked at me with an expression of pure delight. "I like her," she said, to Draco. "I know," he said, in the tone of a man who had anticipated this and was not entirely sure how to feel about it.

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

I darted in and out of the trees as fast as my legs would carry me. Soon enough I came into the clearing by the lake. Sat by the edge of the water was Draco's enormous ashen gray dragon. He let out another deafening roar into the air, and it was such a sad song. My heart broke for him when he lowered his head and nudged at the lifeless body of Lorena. His snout was huge, almost half the size of her tiny body, but he was so gentle when he tried to nudge her awake. He knew she was gone, but there was a part of him hoping that he was wrong. I stepped forward with my hands up, and when my foot snapped a twig he startled, shooting a fireball at me. I jumped out of the way and shouted out, “Draco,