Draco Ferret Novels & Stories

Draco lay on his head with his arm resting under his head as he gazed at the ceiling in sheer silence. The doors to the terrace were opened as the cold breeze swept past the drapes and swirled a cold rhythm in his murky room. The heartless man seemed to be deep in thought and ironically the great royalty was consumed by the thoughts of his mere pet. Fiona. A firecracker, that little tigress sure got his interest. Her love for humans and that feisty nature could be entertaining no doubt. But she wasn't worth being his wife. A dark smirk lifted the corner of his sinful lips, those amber spheres shined with glee as an evil idea stroked his monstrosity.

“Hello you disgusting bitch I’ve got you now.” My eye brows go straight up. This isn’t a human hunter, this man is Fae. Short silver hair with spider web tattoos cover his arms. “You don’t look like any human witch hunter I’ve ever met.” I state the obvious as I inch closer to the edge of the cliff. Water waits to greet me. His smile is unsettling. “No, I’m not a human, my species is far better than yours or humans. I’m Draco and I’d like to make you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. Join me Witch of the woods and I’ll make your every desire come true.”

Sera’s POV We all fell silent at Ruby’s words and even the pups around strained their ears, waiting to hear Draco’s reply. I turned to Draco, whom Ruby had put on the spot, as if I were watching a spectacle. We were all waiting to see how he’d handle her. As we all watched, Draco crunched down before Ruby, looking her in the eye. He let out his all too familiar wide grin and finally gave a reply. “Yes, I am Sera’s mate. My name is Draco, the Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack. I am the father of your niece or nephew, which is going to come out any time from now.”

“You know, I can do anything to get what I want.” Draco sipped his wine. “Owner of Fergie Group. I believe that. You can do whatever you want.” Draco leaned forward, eyes locked on Danny. “But so can I. If you see yourself as a jungle tiger, then I see myself as the lion. Don’t roar at the king of the jungle.” Fergie’s eyes narrowed at Draco. “You’re too arrogant. I can take Luna from you! I hear you already have a fiancée. How are you any different from the other womanizers out there?!”

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

’ I ask my dragon and a scrub the rough patch of skin that is starting to shed. ‘They are the weakest of the thunder. They serve their purpose by breeding the reds and blues, but they are definitely a whiny bunch,' she grumbles. Tymyr had two greens, a red, a blue, a bronze, and Cyryl. While the red, blue, and bronze hatchlings grumble and whine for someone to scratch them, it’s the greens who make the most noise. Because she’s annoyed with her own itching, Cyryl’s patience with them has grown very thin. She frequently snaps at them, like she’s about to do right now.

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.