Draco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.

The tears, the unhinged emotion, the humiliation of begging for something from a dragon prince. Creator, what am I doing? I stepped back away from him, wiping my face furiously with the back of my hands. "I apologize," I mumbled, lowering my gaze to the floor. "This was... inappropriate." He didn't say anything. "Forget I said anything. You already hate me anyway." Draven slowly turned on his heel towards the door. I looked away, staring at the floor again. It hurt less that way. I heard his movement stop which made me look up.

Lyra’s Pov I couldn’t believe both of them. I had a feeling she had a hand in the dress incident, and now she just confirmed it. Not to talk of how fast she switched up when she saw alpha Drax. She truly wants to be picked by all means. I stared at Alpha Drax wondering if truly he harbored great feelings for her, and if he will truly dispose of me if the curse doesn’t so she could raise my child. He’s not just mean, ruthless, scary, but also a manipulative, two faced man? What was I expecting?

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

He affirmed my identity just as I affirmed his. Luxuria Drakton. One of my father's best friends. My father had two best friends and one would think that both friends of his would also be friends but that wasn't the case. Luxuria Drakton and Grayson Drakton. Brothers. But I had never met brothers who hated each other as much as both did.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”

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.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.