Draco Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

the white witch replied looking down. "I will kill myself. I'm nothing without Ava.Tell me how to get rid of my soul and I'll do it,what is life without my damsel," he cried out. "Vador you don't... "No Aleister please don't. Why didn't you tell me that this would lead to her death?" "I didn't see her die"scratching his hair he turned to look at Alizon"Does it mean anything?" "Well I'm not sure..." "Enough of this. I'm going to get holy water which I'll pour on myself and use a stake to finish the job."

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

Draco questioned me with confused face and I told him everything about the forbidden army, and then helped him to come out of white wood room, since it was soaking his energy and reducing his healing power. Almost 15 minutes later when Draco and I were walking down the stair case we heard sound of loud horn coming from outside followed by several drum roll. “What is going on?” I questioned Draco and he simply shrugged his shoulder and remained still as if he was having mind link with someone. A moment later I saw a small smile erupting on his lips as he turned to me and said “Let’s go” I quietly followed him as he guided me outside, however I quickly pulled him back by his arm “Draco, King A

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

I felt my body immediately run cold before the darkness rapidly took over. SILAS Iris hadn’t even begun to explain her theory when Draco growled so loudly, he shifted FULLY into his daemon. I’d seen his daemon before, and let me tell you, Trelix is a complete beast when fully transformed. He was almost taller than two stories of the house. Luckily the house has high ceilings. His eyes were glowing red, and even I almost pissed in my pants. “I WILL KILL THE PERSON WHO KILLED MY MATE!” he roared so loudly that the windows all smashed and the walls cracked.

I run towards him screaming, "Noooo…." Matteo tries to get him back, but the dragon's leg pushes him hard, and he falls violently on the glass balcony door. He falls covered in blood. My father was screaming to leave him, but nothing happened. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. Luckily to no avail because if he succeeded, he would fall into the void. And there, his death would be inevitable. "Give my father back." I scream again. By the time I got there, the dragon had moved away from the balcony.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.