Draco Malfoy Biography Novels & Stories

She could see it in Draco’s resolute eyes, always trying to hide his pain. Draco took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Yes, Danny Fergie is my father. He left my mother for a prostitute. My mother loved him too much. She ended up taking her own life because she couldn’t bear to live without him. Ever since she left me, I swore I’d get revenge.”

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.

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

She looked at Lord Leandros and her expression seemed to confirm whatever conviction he had in mind for in a blink, he was standing in front of me, staring down at me warily. "How old are you?" "Twenty four." "It's impossible Leon. She can't be! It's only been--" "And when did this... Head Mage of yours say he found her?" Lord Leandros cut in. I bit down on my lips and recalled our conversations and I began mumbling with calculations. "He said she stayed at the Academy for... Forty five years... The forty sixth year was... Then mother had me the next year... I'm twenty four... Oh! Seventy years! He found her seventy years ago!" I exclaimed.

If it really did so, why then did he have so many? "To remind himself." Draco whispered as he stood transfixed in one of the many hallways, staring at his surroundings. "To remind himself of his unwanted appearance." Draco didn't know how to feel about this. Up until now he had believed Stefanos behaviour towards his looks had been merely a form of his own insecurities, and although that may be also true, Draco now knew that his reasons went far deeper than just mere insecurities. It was a trauma. Gulping down his spit, Draco left his spot and began walking again until he had reached the door to the bed chamber and pushed it open. There, Wraya was already placing his master own the large Re

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."

"I took your demons," Draco said, "because you were my brother and I could not watch them take you." The room was absolutely silent. "I was twelve years old," Draco continued. His voice was still even but it had lost something the armour of it, maybe. "I didn't do it to be extraordinary. I did it because you were terrified and I was there and I couldn't.." he stopped. "I have never hated you. I have never, not once.." another stop. "I don't know how you've carried that for this long."

Even at that, they still kept watch throughout the ride home, occasionally glancing around to make sure they weren't followed. Draco looked around the house making mental notes and last minute preparation for dinner, while trying to make sure Tyler didn't get half the food into his stomach before the guests even arrive. He had always loved cooking even as a young boy. His grandma had thought him everything he knew about the art of preparing food, she shared all her secret recipes with him and they bonded over meals. He really missed her, funny how she was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. Maybe it was his greed or he just loved the danger, but deep down he knew this was just

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?”