Draco Malfoy Anime Novels & Stories

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

Patrick cursed and with that, he varnished like a light fragment and materialized just behind Lucas, sending him off with the kick he didn't get to land on him earlier? “Ahh,” Draco groaned as he was sent flying and tumbling in a circle on the floor. While tumbling, he saw a glimpse of some minors aiming to come at him. They were the ones that stopped their attack after a high-ranking gel had joined the fight, but after seeing Draco was being flung they decided to chip in. “Ice wolf.” Draco shouted, and countless wolves plummeted out of his body, blazing white as snow. All the wolves shielded him and began to attack the minors who wanted to join in the fight.

Dragon POV Jenny was angry and drunk, she decided to close the door and give this day to her... "Jenny Shash, let me make you feel happy, right?" She opened her soft thighs, letting my lips set fire to her brown skin. Her book had long disappeared with the page on which she was, gently bitten on the skin referring to it as my book. "Please don't bother me, Dragon." My angel said eagerly, but I wanted to take this slowly.

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

The violet runes on his chest were still pulsing, but the light was dimming, flickering like a dying star. The apartment was tiny. It was a secret sanctuary Lyra had spent years building with money she had hidden for years. It was meant to be her escape from the Solis family; she never imagined she would be sharing it with a Nine-Tailed Prince. "You're shaking," Valerius rasped. He reached out, his hand hesitating before his fingers brushed the hem of her sleeve. His fox ears twitched, listening to the fast beat of her heart. "I’m not," Lyra lied, grabbing a medical kit from the wall. "I’m calculating."

The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth. Dragomir for the life of him could not recognize this dragon and he blamed his short memory, he tried another angle immediately. ‘I’m Dragomir, Prince Dragomir’ The dragon stopped again, Dragomir could see the balls of fire swivelling in his mouth. There was a loud cry which was Raisel’s voice. That was the only sound in the room, everyone else was in still silence. The small crowd that had gathered watched the spectacle with disbelieving eyes.

If Draco’s arm was chopped off in another way, he could regenerate it using his regeneration skills as a Nine-Headed Serpent. However, if it was chopped off with David’s Evil-Splitting Sword, he could not regenerate even despite his abilities. Moreover, his soul and body would be tortured, which was why Draco was behaving like this. The three black-robed men sensed something wrong and they realized they needed to stop Draco from changing back to his original form. If not, they would also be implicated. The three looked at each other before going forward to stop Draco. Afterward, they placed a pill inside Draco’s mouth.