Draco Imagines Novels & Stories

“Draco is being held here because he's ill, he needs medication, unfortunately he won’t let us get close enough to give it to him. I fear that if he doesn't get it soon there will be nothing we can do for him.” “Okay.” I mumbled, feeling a small bout of sympathy for the animal inside. Surely, he was scared of people, and if my gift, my ability could help save the life of a sick animal then I guess it was worth it. My only trepidation was that I had no idea what a Draco was. But figuring it probably wasn't wise to find out forehand I nodded and accepted the handful of raw meat that Nathaniel passed me. “The meat is laced with the medication he needs. Don't worry Miss Drovnic, I will be right

"The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine." Draco's pupils trembled. That was when he realized how wrong he had been. His lips quivered, and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Mother… Please tell me where Lea is." "Molzen, but she doesn't go by Lea anymore. Her name's Anastasia Rose." That day, Draco began packing to leave for Molzen, but Nanette showed up to block the door with her wolves, wearing the Luna's crown. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

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.

"Blood of the one who willingly sacrificed herself" The words were still moving in circles inside my head. " Umm, Draco, what does a Dragon look like in reality? " I turned over so my eyes could directly face him. He was sitting on the floor, drawing strange lines on the floor and calculating. It was in the middle of the night. I was tossing and turning on the bed. I could not sleep because he had the lights on. "How do you humans even live if they cannot see in the dark? "

“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!”

The energy wanted nothing more than to escape and manifest itself as the apocalypse itself but the Draco’s fear of death prevented it from appearing. Despite the boiling energy threatening to spill out of its confines, the Draco wasn’t able to pull it out. Then something created cracks in what confined the energy. The Draco saw David’s look of pity. The Draco, a creature of ultimate physical strength, has never felt pity from anything. It was an almost tireless machine built for carnage. The Draco believed that it was at the top of the food chain and as of the moment, it was. How dare David pity it? After wounding me to such a degree and then killing all of my kin, you dare pity me. This ang

But even a cold shower might not be enough to put out the flames. He took a deep breath for the second time. His gaze dropped to his erect manhood, his jaw clenched at the sight of his arousal. His member seemed to seethe with anger at that moment. Draco growled when he held his c*ck. And then his hand started to move up and down. His mouth open while gripping his hard c*ck while he keep moving his hand up and down. Draco closed his eyes, and as soon as he did, he couldn't help but see Laura's image. But this time, he is imagining that she is full naked and just like what he did right now, she touching her pussy.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.