Draco Malfoy Anime Novels & Stories

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

"If you really want to apologize for all that you did. This is not the right time to do so. Wait until I recover my memory fully before you can apologize '' I replied While I was seated, Alpha Jareth suggested to the dragon prince to show me Drogo, in order to recover my memory. Rex took me to his dragon, I was scared. "Don't be scared, it won't hurt you" Rex said, pulling me towards the cave. I walked into the cave with him seeing the Dragon I had once seen. This time I could take a closer look. Suddenly rapid images came flashing through my eyes. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" I shouted. It made my head hurt so bad. " Drogo, what's happening?" Rex asked with worry. " Master, she's recoverin

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

It was then that someone finally broke down and yelled, "Draco has come back to life! He has risen from the dead!" In a split second, the packed courtyard cleared out completely, leaving behind only a few people whose weakened limbs refused to carry them. Those were left shivering violently on the spot. Draco finally realized what he had just done right then and froze dead in his tracks. "Draco is consumed by profound malice—hurry up and subdue him!" I yelled to the cleric nearby, channeling every bit of my acting skills and looking completely panicked and helpless. Upon hearing that, the cleric covered his face. His expression was twisted. He looked as though he were suffering from a terrib

He was looking behind him. With bated breath, Draco slowly begin to turn around, only to be greeted with a large red scaly head with yellow slit eyes, a large snout with huge canines poking out. It is safe to say, Draco almost fainted. Keyword: almost. For no sooner had his eyes landed on the beast, he released a shrill girly scream, running toward Stefanos and hiding behind the man. He screamed and screamed and screamed, forcing the birds to fly out of their nests and for Stefanos to start pushing the man away.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

The tears, the unhinged emotion, the humiliation of begging for something from a dragon prince. Creator, what am I doing? I stepped back away from him, wiping my face furiously with the back of my hands. "I apologize," I mumbled, lowering my gaze to the floor. "This was... inappropriate." He didn't say anything. "Forget I said anything. You already hate me anyway." Draven slowly turned on his heel towards the door. I looked away, staring at the floor again. It hurt less that way. I heard his movement stop which made me look up.

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.