Draco Hugging Voldemort Novels & Stories

The other two tornadoes turned to Lord Reece and King Zohan respectively. Lord Reece holding a huge crystal emitting a very bright light. as soon as the light falls on Draco Draco frowned... "Lord..., No...NO... you can't do that to me..." He growled. His growling didn't work. "Vincent ..., why do you always refuse me? why you stand against me. I loved you so much... and... I still love you the same way?" he groaned his powers getting demolished with the bright light. "I never refused you Draco...I am against your evil practices and hatred that you have in your heart." She responded fiercely walking through.

They may have been burly, but fighting in real life situations is very different from taking selfies in front of gym equipments. I sighed in relief as I watched the nine boys being hurled out of the club by their collars by Draco’s men as he went to the group of the girls to enquire if they were alright. But my relief was short-lived as I watched him reach for the waitress who had been violated not too long ago…and I watched in stunned silence as she wrapped her arms tightly around Draco and began crying. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I noticed their interaction. Draco’s arms came around the woman as well, holding her to him just as tightly. And it made my stomach turn into knots.

León nodded, breath hitching. Draco extended his claws and sliced through the rope. The fibres fell away, and León's wrists were free. He brought his hands up, rubbing them, and Draco caught one before he could pull it back. He pressed his lips to León's palm. The gesture was so tender and so unexpected that León's breath stopped. Draco's silver eyes held his as his mouth moved over León's wrist, tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

One sweep of his hand unleashed a crushing wave of power that hurled Amelia across the room and turned her dagger to powder. "Who gave you permission to touch my woman?" Draco's voice was colder than iron. Amelia struck the wall like a puppet with cut strings and collapsed unconscious. Ignoring the angry rope burns on my wrists, I stumbled toward Draco. He caught me and crushed me against him as if he meant to press me into his bones. "I'm sorry I'm late." A tremor ran beneath Draco's voice. He kissed the sweat from my forehead, and the violence in his eyes dissolved into boundless tenderness when he saw I was safe.

My mother wrapped a robe around me as soon as I shifted, holding me from behind while my father’s tear-filled eyes met mine before he pulled me into a tight hug. Then I caught it — that scent. Deep, intoxicating, unmistakable. My gaze found Draco, still standing a few paces away, his chest rising with heavy breaths. Inside my head, a single word echoed — Mate. My parents released me, stepping back to let Draco approach. “Mate,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe and adoration. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, and we began walking toward the house. The others followed at a respectful distance, giving us space.

Draco. Draco made a beeline for the Viper's Mouth after helping Edrand address his wound. The male had been bawling like a child in Draco's arms, spitting curses at Isolde for treating him like a weakling. He pleaded with Draco to ensure Isolde suffered for what she did to him. Of course, Draco swore he'd make her suffer. His assurances made Edrand's mind settle. He basked in Draco's furtive touches as he dabbed the ointment on the back of his bruised head.

“But we can do something interesting in bed without kissing, baby.” My eyes widened after realizing what he meant. I felt all my blood climb up all the way to my cheeks. “Shut up, Draco! Get lost!” I hissed as I tried to push him away but for someone like him who had been easily beaten by my brother, he was so strong that even with my push couldn’t budge him. Instead, he leaned closer to me, burying his face on my chest as he hugged me tightly, making me freeze. Sensing that I freeze up, he gently patted my back. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash. I just want to sleep with you.”

He caught her, his arm embracing her waist while he held on to the rope that’s keeping them from falling. He held Svetlana’s trembling body tighter. She hugged him as she buried her face into the crook of his neck as if to hold on to the only thing providing her safety. In that moment, Ahrio felt murderous. He looked up to see Draco’s smirking face and all he could feel is blood red, fury. He climbs up swiftly, carrying her frame with him. When he reached closer to Draco, Svetlana lifted her head up and saw Ahrio’s lethal rage.

Draco replied as he motioned for me to stand from where I was seated and jump into his arms. I excitedly stood up. The boulder I was on was two to three feet high, and I excitedly flapped my arms as if I were a bird before I jumped. Despite being able to appear and disappear, the thought of being caught by his arms made me giddy. And as expected, Draco caught me with ease and my arms and legs immediately wrapped around him as he hugged me tightly before he pressed kisses on my face. Ever since we came back, he had been showering me with so much physical touch—whether a kiss, entwining our hands, or him simply playing with my hair if we were seated next to each other. And I honestly loved thi

The drowsiness In Isolde's gaze increased, making her lips slack around his fingers. A blissful smile hiked the corners of her lips as she slumped against him, murmuring. "My...monster," Draco briefly closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he raised his arms to the small of her back, hugging her. His luna. His girlfriend. And on this night, he swore to never let her die by his hands, which meant Draco would never touch her now that she was his. Carefully, he hauled Isolde up into his arms in a bridal