Draco Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Draco has to leave before his boss vents his anger completely on him in a violent way. “So I've been busy wasting my time sending her flowers and apology texts while she keeps getting swayed by that animal? How could she leave me for him? I am more handsome and smarter than that fool. If I had known that they were going to get this close later on, I would have done something earlier to make them hate each other. Now that he is back from his trip, I am sure he won't stop till he wins her heart and I am not going to let that happen!” Ephraim yelled, still filled with so much annoyance.

Wilbur, Andriandita's father, always believed a lycan wasn't meant to have powers, and as a result, she hid her gift from him and everyone else save for Draco. Draco walked back to the tavern, mind clouded with worry. He had a mate. The gods had granted him another mate, but the problem was he didn't know who that was. "There's only one way to find out," Draco muttered under his breath, growling. TBC.

His clan was full of hungry, power-mad uncles and cousins, and I knew that a weak woman like me would likely be devoured alive, bones and all. I brooded over it until nightfall, just as a soft whisper came from my window. When I opened it, I was utterly startled. Drakon was hoisting himself up against the sill, drenched in sweat. With the moonlight tracing the sharp lines of his face, I couldn't help but suck in a breath at the sight of his striking looks. "Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not some creep… I just heard you're supposed to marry me, so I wanted to see what my future wife looks like."

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

“Alright. But Silas… the children… I need to be sure they’re protected. I can’t fail them.” “You won’t fail,” he replied. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Finish the journal. Learn what you need. We’ll end this together.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. My hands were steady now, my resolve hardening like steel. I returned to the journal, whispering under my breath as I read the dark truths. Draco’s origins, his obsession, the cursed lineage tied to Bianca Weller, all of it now clear. We know the anchors. We know his weakness. And we’ll destroy him.

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

I didn't stop to think; I seized him firmly by the neck. "Miley is mine!"| can't contain this urge. The mere thought of that potential reality infuriates me, and here he is, voicing the very torment haunting me. Draco: Do you hear yourself? You violated her, she detests you, she fears you! And most importantly, your presence only makes her sentiments doubly torturous. Have you lost reason? All you're accomplishing is causing her more pain. I know that, and it's palpable, because feel similarly anguished. I'm aware that if she were to accept me, even slightly, it would not be genuine, likely coerced by the children that

The young dragon lord’s heart shattered as he watched his mate’s agony unfold, her screams a haunting symphony of despair that reverberated through the very heavens. In a cruel twist of fate, her features shifted, morphing into those of Sylph, Mordecai’s own cherished mate. Fear gripped Mordecai’s soul as he witnessed a council member approach—not just any council member, but himself—with the dagger of shadows gleaming ominously in his grasp.