Draco Malfoy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And even better that the Dragon prince was paying me no attention at all. “You know my people will be in awe to see their future Queen this beautiful! I hope they tell you this enough where you came from but you are by far the most beautiful female I have ever seen and trust me, I have seen many” Adam said as he placed himself beside me. Of course, I have heard that all my life, from the texture of my skin to my hourglass figure to my ocean blue eyes and my long white hair, but those are sometimes the origin of my pain. The girls don’t fail to hide the fact that they were jealous of me but at the same time wanted to be like me so bad that they get angry as to why a lowly thing like me would

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

"I'll be the first one to get pregnant. My child will definitely be the next ruler of the alliance!" I ignored her tantrum and went off to prepare for my wedding in three days. In one thing, she wasn't wrong—the serpent clan was indeed very poor. I worried they might not even have the money for a proper gown, so I planned to prepare one myself. To my surprise, that very evening, Draco came in person to deliver my wedding dress. It was the first time I truly saw his face. His skin was pale, almost bloodless. His long, narrow eyes carried a quiet authority, and the emerald green of his irises held a mysterious depth. Yet the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye lent a subtle grace to his oth

Luna’s expression seemed to change to panic—seeing the man’s figure approaching her. Luna swallowed hard. The man’s muscular body made all the organs inside Luna’s body seem to writhe. Traces of water still dripped from the man’s muscular body—making Luna not blink even once. Draco was like a carving of a perfect and stunning Greek God statue. Not having any flaws at all. Muscular arms. Six-pack abs. Strong jawline. Broad chest. And the tattoos on his body that perfected his appearance. Luna saw the beauty of a creature that God created so perfectly. It would be hypocritical if the girl didn’t admit to admiring Draco Riordan’s physique. It’s just that, behind the perfect physique of the man—

No matter what those men did, it didn’t warrant such a horrible death. “I see you marvel at the works of my hand,” he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. “It didn’t take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy.” She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. “Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird,” Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he’d used to butcher the males.

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.

“I’m in too fine a mood today to stain these sheets so early in the morning… Consider it your salvation.” She sat up slowly, trembling and holding the sheets against her body as if the fabric could protect her. Draco ignored her, adjusting his collar like someone about to hit a fashion runway. He checked his reflection in the mirror… a devil in expensive clothes, with his cigarette still dangling between his fingers. His lips curved into a sadistic grin. “Blood in the morning is delightful,” he whispered to himself, although the woman on the bed heard him and froze instantly. He turned his head at her. “But blood in the afternoon…” He exhaled smoke, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust. “That’s

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

“Oh, that demands too much influence from your house, Master. You shouldn't have troubled your personal staff.” A rare, faint smile broke across Draco’s usually severe features, leaving me momentarily speechless. I realized in that quiet moment that the master artisan possessed a refined, striking countenance that few high-alphas could match. And his composure was just as flawless; despite his rigid demands in the workshop, his manners were always impeccable. I wondered briefly if any wolf in the Citadel would ever truly pierce his armor and know the male beneath the rank. Draco shifted his attention back to the territory parchment. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped an octave, the w