Draco Malfoy 2024 Novels & Stories

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

With the three of them, David was sure that they could secure a victory against the tyrant that is the Draco. Once they pull away, they see the Draco adjusting to the stink bomb that exploded in its mouth. It retches and pukes out a stream of stomach acid. If David didn’t know better, he would start thinking that the Draco evolved another ability. Fortunately for them, it was just the Draco expelling liquids. As the Draco kept spewing its rancid stomach contents, Draco grips the spear. He didn’t have time to lose after all. He runs forward with the intent to kill.

Draco’s voice rattled his bones, and he quivered. When Alfos didn’t respond, Draco hissed. He rubbed at the skin between his brows and sighed. “You know what? Set whatever trap you wish to set for her, but I assure you that female is only a human and nothing else. I hope she doesn’t die before I can breed her. The blood summit is just around the corner.” There was anger in his voice as he spoke, and immediately he was done vomiting all the words out, Draco whirled around and exited his chamber, leaving Alfos there as he slammed the door.

Draco asked as he arrived at the house, charging for the stairs. He had arrived no sooner than five minutes ago and was already bossing everyone around. He had the men he brought pack up the bodies. As far as Elliot knew the body would be probably burnt beyond recognition or buried in someplace nobody would ever be able to find it. Elliot rushed towards him and stopped him, blocking his path. Draco glared at him like he was a piece of dirt beneath his shoe. His side made him all the more intimidating. He looked like a Goliath next to Elliot, despite the fact that Elliot was pretty tall himself.

Draco's voice rattled his bones, and he quivered. When Alfos didn't respond, Draco hissed. He rubbed at the skin between his brows and sighed. "You know what? Set whatever trap you wish to set for her, but I assure you that female is only a human and nothing else. I hope she doesn't die before I can breed her. The blood summit is just around the corner." There was anger in his voice as he spoke, and immediately he was done vomiting all the words out, Draco whirled around and exited his chamber, leaving Alfos there as he slammed the door.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

A Long Time Ago. “Draco!” Ayri yelled Draco stopped and he was nothing like Felan was picturing. “Let me guess you were expecting a Dunce cap with a long gray beard.” Ayri said, judging the look on Felan’s face. Draco stood at least 6ft 5inches. Though he was over a hundred years old he looked no older than thirty. “Ayri! How is my favorite pain in the ass?” “Still mad at me, I see. I swear if I had known you were going to be there, I would have never pulled that prank.” “It took me two years to get that classroom back in order.” He replied.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c