Draco Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.

“Despite her actions, she is—was—a Goddess.” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “You’re right.” Immortality hadn’t changed how much I hated killing. And as I thought of Jade’s final cries, I wondered if Lunette had felt the same. Safe in Azrael’s arms, with my mates at my side, we returned to the patch of wall we’d entered at. Draco lifted his hand and pressed it against the stone, causing it to crumble. Standing there, ready to escort us back, was Dhara.

“With a royal decree voted on by the High Council just this morning, I give the kill order for Florin de Haviland to be executed for crimes against dragonkin, the murder of a tribe and the execution to be carried out by Wynter Grey.” “What? No!” Before Florin could move I had my hand around his throat and lifted him from his feet. My hand tightened and I felt the first crush as his eyes bulged and he looked around bewildered. My hand morphed slowly and I stuck it in his chest and ripped his heart out. I felt a sense of elation fill me, my destiny complete and I felt Typhon’s presence in my head. His approval flowed through me and the crazed look disappeared from my eyes. It felt like I could

I felt his shoulders dislocate as he screamed. “Do you yield?” I asked him loudly as he trashed around trying to get loose from my grip. I looked at the Elders and they nodded their approval. I let go of his arms and he winced as they flopped down next to him. I grabbed his head and pulled it up exposing his throat. My hand morphed into a claw again as I gave him one last look and ripped his throat out. His dragon whimpered once as he shimmered and disappeared back to the realm of dragons. His host was dead and he would return to Typhon’s lair and explain why he had returned alive. Abeloth blew smoke from his nostrils before merging with me again.

The king gestured for the mage to step forward as he said, "That was just a pretence to get you here. This mage extracted the memories of a woman who works at a bakery and put them into this memory crystal, which allowed us to see what she saw. So, thanks to this, we know you're a dragon." The mage then played the memory crystal, showing what happened the other day. I nervously answered, "I'm afraid you have the wrong person. The woman in that isn't me..." "No? We confirmed your identities with the mage guild. I just so happen to have the magic contract that the girl in this crystal was confirmed to have signed. If this isn't you, nothing will happen if I activate the punishment section." Re

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

“No I…I…” Draco sighed, reluctantly reaching forward to swipe the sweaty hair that stuck to her forehead aside. “You look just like Victoria, you really are her daughter…your nose, your hair, your lips…the only thing that resembles either me or my brother are your eyes. I might’ve pretended to hate them for my own petty reasons, but I really did love them both and just hearing about their death pains me, so I couldn’t imagine how you feel about it, but Denae…you’re the last piece of them that is left. I will not let you die. For the sake of my brother and for my mate, I will protect you until I die.”

"Please, Mr. Faith. Tell me what happened back then so I can learn who murdered my father," Scarlett pleaded. 20 years ago, Draco was a prominent figure in Jenaire City, but he met a sudden and violent end in a restaurant. When Tyger arrived with young Scarlett, they found only Draco's lifeless body, poisoned with parasitic venom. Yet, Draco's face was peaceful and devoid of any trace of pain or anger. Tyger was experienced in such matters, and he deduced that Draco must have encountered Mr. Faith, the Sacred General known for easing the suffering of the deceased.

"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.