Draco Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

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.

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

What if he's too late? What if she's a Wraithling? Stashing the thoughts away, Draco crossed the underbrush that separated the woods and the ancient temple. The instant he bounced into the temple ground, he looked over at the hourglass and saw the last of its grain slipping low. "No!" Draco hissed. He uncapped the lid of the vial and drank the fairies feather. The bitter liquid crawled through his veins as Draco allowed his beast to shove forward. A thunderous roar assaulted the air as his wings began to

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

The proximity was making my own shadow twitch, the Scythe mark on my wrist burning with a violet fire. ​"This is exactly who I am," he countered, leaning in until his nose brushed mine. "The Doctor was a dream I had while I was sleeping. I am awake now. And I remember why I killed you in the ninth life." ​He pulled me against him, his arms like iron bands. "I killed you because if I couldn't have you, the world didn't deserve to keep you. And in this life, Elowen... I am not going to be so merciful."

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."

But alive. And I had nothing left to give. Draven's gold eyes fixed on me. "Your turn." He stepped over Kael's body. Walked straight toward me. I tried to move. Couldn't. My legs wouldn't respond. So drained. This was it. This was how I died. Then someone stepped between us. Castor. Shifted to wolf form. Teeth bared. "You want her?" he growled. "You must go through me." Draven laughed. "Gladly." They clashed. Castor fought hard. Brave. But outmatched.