Draco Malfoy Eye Novels & Stories

It was embarrassing, standing in front of all these people, knowing they had seen her at her worst. “Did he hurt you?” It was Drago this time. He stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands, assessing her for injuries. “No,” she tried to pull her away, but he held her there a moment, staring deeply into her eyes. Those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes, she couldn’t pull herself away. “They’re green,” she whispered hoarsely. Only one this close to him would notice, the deep emerald sheen, so dark and stormy.

Then she told me to look into the mirror, as I saw myself, I was shocked, the hair changed me to a whole new person, It brought out the spirit me, I looked fearless, and at that moment that was what I felt. As brown eyes stare back at me in the mirror I immediately decided what my eye color would be. "Green," I muttered. "Excuse me, Green what?" She asked. "I want my new eye color to be green, green lens would be just perfect," I told her . She looked at my face deep in thought, holding my chin turning my head side to side as if examining my face, she looked really funny like that, that I almost wanted to laugh but didn't want to offend her. When it seemed like she had gotten what she wante

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

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.

There was still a lot of defiance in their eyes despite the odds being heavily against them. Draco’s smile remained on his face as they uttered the words. In fact, it made him burst into a scary fit of laughter. He released Nyla and began to walk slowly toward the elder who had spoken, carrying a dangerously bloodthirsty look in his eyes. The old man stiffened on the ground, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to change his mind about his opinion of Draco.

She held the hand of a ten-year-old child who gazed at them without emotion. King Benedict IX clenched his fist as he eyed the child. Even as a child, everyone could see how beautiful he was. But what stood out the most was his blue jeweled eyes. His eyes were extremely clear like a deep blue sea. "Wow, what immense mana! Eating this child would be worth it!" The head devil laughed as it stared at the child. When the devil met the child's eyes, it suddenly stiffened. It could feel an incredible pressure emitted from him.

I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. I watched Draco cautiously as he stood before me, his eyes no longer a menacing black, but returned to their usual color. Relief washed over me, mingling with the remnants of fear that still lingered. I took a few hesitant steps backward, unsure of how to approach him after witnessing his transformation.

Landon said nothing. With a subtle shift of his umbrella, he cast a downward glance, cold and menacing. Draco's eyes gleamed with the thrill of a predator as he studied Landon's flawless features. "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?" Landon's stare swept over him briefly before turning away as if the majestic lizard were beneath his notice. His voice was frigid. "No." The black fog swirling around Draco thickened, and scales began creeping up his neck. Thunder cracked across the sky as he asked again, his voice sharper, more demanding, "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?"

“You beast.” “I know. I’m worse than you can think of. I will wait till the day we met again. As your wolf would say, it’s either you choose death or death chooses you. Surprised that I know your words, Draco.” He pulled his mask off his face and tossed them aside. The scar above his eyebrows became more visible, he doesn’t have any gray hairs. It was dark and his eyes were gunmetal blue, his nose was pointed and his lips were thin. He did not have any beards or maybe he had shaved.

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”