Draco Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

to rule. You will do the same thing if you wish to take your fathers place Rex, it is magical law that none can rule this place if they are not proven worthy. The first to prove this was a Fae from Valen called Dexus Umbra. He ruled for many years before power and greed poisoned eventually his heart and he started to bring forth ideas of starting to try and claim lands outside of Dracoterrum, if it was not for your great grandfather’s intervention, he may have succeeded in convincing the other lords. He challenged Dexus to a duel, Dexus had become sloppy with each passing year and he lost to him, Dractus Magnus cut him down. He then entered the veil of choosing and was successful. Seeing ho

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

Arshild interrupted Draco’s train of thought. Draco was surprised himself too. He was an arrogant young dragon who quickly rose to the title of Emperor. He was the youngest but also the strongest. For him to care about others was quite unthinkable. Draco smiled. “After spending time from the moment the boy was born until now, I suppose I’ve grown attached to him. As if he was my own son.” “Well, he is your own descendant. Although I don't know how many generations your family has, he's the first that you’ve been together with, yeah?”

There is pressure and he caresses it. "I’m Dracu Luther Bladimr. You’re Head at this school!” He grinned again. Bladimr? Familiar.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Yari had been in chains for two years. Not always literal ones. Sometimes they were just glances, words. Sometimes the chains looked like golden collars or velvet walls, but they still kept her under the heel of Alphas who saw Omegas like her as objects, not souls. But nothing...nothing prepared her for Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t a king. He was the one kings feared. An Alpha whispered about in the dead of night, with silver-blond hair that shimmered like death itself and ice-colored eyes that burned through people like they were already on fire.

The leather shimmered briefly, then the journal practically sighed, opening to reveal pages I had never seen before. “Oh, you little devil,” I whispered. The inscriptions shimmered in black ink, letters and symbols weaving together in a pattern that almost felt alive. I read, slowly at first, then faster as my heartbeat picked up. Draco’s history sprawled across the pages like a dark map. An orphan from a village where witches had been burned. His sister killed alongside him. Rage had become his inheritance, shaping him into the man he was today. The journal was clinical, cruel in its precision, detailing how he had experimented with bloodlines, experimented with people, always seeking perfe

I threw casually. He chuckled loudly, “Brilliant.” He said, “but making an enemy out of me, incredibly dull move.” “But heres what you don't know Victoria. I am thankful for you. And that is why i need you to do me a favor.” He casually threw his arm around me saying. “What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes asking. “Its simple,” he circled me, with his hands clasped behind. “Years ago, Lucas fled with a girl named Magdalene,” he said. “He left everything behind, including the family name.”

"For some reason, he hasn't come out openly to voice out his distaste." "Maybe because he likes having his head on his shoulders," Draco chuckled. "Forget the peaceful father that you are now, your reputation remains in the heart of everyone that knows you." Mitch smirked. "The savage Lycan." "To the savage Lycan, who still lives beneath the fat potbelly of the loving father," Draco raised his glass cup. Mitch raised his glass and took a sip. Then he laughed and looked down. "I am still more muscular than you. Where's the potbelly?"