Draco Malfoy Biography Novels & Stories

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

If she had not been forced to get rid of the parcel she found at that club, she would have confirmed by now if that same strain is indeed what is in this fever drug. That day when Draco supposedly died, she never wished to see anyone else in the state his body was in and now she has seen four more. Four more that Draco potentially has a hand in if indeed he’s now dealing drugs. The Draco she knew valued life, he wouldn’t even hurt a fly unless absolutely necessary. It’s quite hard to believe he’s now involved in a business that condemns and seizes the life of many. It’s hard for her to defend him because he is clearly not who he used to be anymore but she cannot also completely condemn him,

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

I rolled my eyes even though he can't see me. "You disappeared suddenly giving us no trace of yours and now you are asking me who remembers whom, huh?" I accused him of his negligence. Draco is Uncle John's third son and is a playboy too. He almost disappeared for two years saying he want to visit most of the countries. He didn't contact anyone until now. "Okay.... okay... I admit. The fault is all mines. I'm sorry. By the way, how is my niece?" He asked referring to Sweety.

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.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

But no matter how I tried to ignore it I knew I would have to face it sooner or later. Draco had extreme dark energy he couldn't control sometimes, mostly because he wasn't around those who had similar powers as him. If otherwise, he would surely be able to control his powers well. There was a time Draco grabbed a plate of noddles to eat and they turned into black snakes instead, there was also time he also shook his friend arm and froze it. Ever since then, he lost Daniel, his best friend. He also did other things I wasn't aware of because he always roamed about on his own and Leader Atrix found out about it, it seems.

I blamed myself for her death because if I hadn't been pestering her about the story, she wouldn't have told me about it and she wouldn't have died. But then, the story made me realise how different both Draco and Ray were even though I had thought them to be similar in cruelty or even thought Ray was low-key worse. Draco sold his soul, his humanity and his genuine self to the Mafia in exchange for wealth, power and influence. As years went by, his whole self probably kept changing until there was no single point of redemption left in him.

The leather shimmered briefly, then the journal practically sighed, opening to reveal pages I had never seen before. “Oh, you little devil,” I whispered. The inscriptions shimmered in black ink, letters and symbols weaving together in a pattern that almost felt alive. I read, slowly at first, then faster as my heartbeat picked up. Draco’s history sprawled across the pages like a dark map. An orphan from a village where witches had been burned. His sister killed alongside him. Rage had become his inheritance, shaping him into the man he was today. The journal was clinical, cruel in its precision, detailing how he had experimented with bloodlines, experimented with people, always seeking perfe

Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire. A birth that no one thought was possible as any similar match died during childbirth. Draco was also a mastermind at disarming and infiltrating places no matter how secured and guarded it was. “I know why they’re here”. Dario said to hakes as a sigh left his lips, watching one of his pack members flip about three times on a single swing attack by a warrior. “They’re not ready for a war or any fight, so let’s try to see how we can accommodate them without a war”. He says so because he knew very well that the vampires would have had to pay a huge sum in order to get Draco to work with them.