Draco Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

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.

Ohh I am a spirit, of course I died! No, it can't happen. "What's happening?" Draco asked disappointed, Damina raised his brow at him and huffed, "you were right here weren't you." "You killed the poor animal." "Oh don't start," he sneered and disappeared. Draco stood there staring at space, oh no., It's the wrong time to do that honey, don't think about it yet, your punishment is best served cold. I grinned!!

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.

I snarled, trying to break through it, but her spell wrapped around my limbs like chains. “I told you,” she whispered, stepping closer, “we’ve been waiting for you.” A shadow moved behind her, slow and deliberate. The witches stepped aside. Draco emerged from the trees. He was tall, wrapped in a dark trench coat and hooded mask. His aura bled corruption into the air, it made the forest itself recoil. Even the river below went silent. “You should have listened when I warned you, Silas,” Draco said, voice smooth as poison. “You can’t win this war. Hand over Aurelia, and I’ll make your death quick.”

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.

"Byee!" I wave off mother dearest as she runs away never looking back at the god who held me and Zeus dumps Ariel on a flabbergasted soilder before he too disappears. We were the last to leave, my lips pinched to a thin line as I sulked. "What was that drink for?" Hades looks to me, his expression almost fooling me to believing he had nothing to do with god who had so persistently forced down a hideous looking drink down my throat.

It was a sight to behold, the anger that he let out, the growl, the grunts were full of power. Ranulf looked pleased with him, he was smirking at the crawlers, and then he moved bravely in front of the very large muscular black-haired wolf and caressed his thick fur. His dark wings trailed the floor as he moves forward to open the lock. Then he spread his wing and nudged the wolf inside the dungeon. There were growling and roaring, wailing cries of pains, slashing of skins, limbs tearing, agonizing screams from the crawlers, moments later there was only silence. But the blood smeared on the walls were indications of what was left from the crawlers.

Dorian Thorn had dropped his glass, the red wine spilling across the polished floor like a pool of fresh blood. His face had completely drained of color, his jaw slack with unadulterated horror as he stared at the figure emerging from the smoke. ​He recognized the face. He recognized the eyes burning with amber fire. ​The boy they threw into the abyss had returned. And the gates were locked behind him.

I said. The one on the left shifted his weight almost imperceptibly. The one on the right said nothing but something in his jaw tightened. The centre one looked at me for a long moment before he spoke. "Alpha Drakan is dead." The words landed like a stone dropped from height. I heard them. Processed them. Stood completely still while my entire carefully constructed plan quietly folded in on itself like a building with its foundation pulled out. "When," I asked. My voice came out flat and I was distantly grateful for that.

One claw tapped idly against the marbled floor, the sound echoing like a heartbeat through the Hall. To her right sat Huverdra, radiant and composed, his golden scales alive with the quiet hum of power. Once, they had been the envy of all Adistaktos . The Destructive Pair of House Rostrag, a union of brilliance and ruin. He was the light that caressed Segrenry’s devouring flame, the calm that beautified her fury. But today, a shadow coiled between them. Every dragon present sensed the fracture. Something must have happened, they thought to themselves.