Draco Malfoy Eye Novels & Stories

You arrogant cocky bastard. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter for a second, wishing I could take it all back. I had been too drunk. Too careless. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping the room was empty so I could pull myself together. Draco was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring directly at me. His gray eyes were filled with pure, burning rage. His jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress like he was barely stopping himself from breaking something. The air in the room felt thick and dangerous.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

IRIS. “Iris… Your eyes…” He mumbled, his eyes fixated on my face like he was looking directly at my soul. And I had no idea if he even heard what I asked of him. He might be acting like this to get away from the question, but Draco was not the type. If he would rather not answer anything, he would tell me directly. “Answer me…” I snapped at him, taking his hand off my elbow. “Your eyes went totally black…”

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

I was still standing there, waiting to feel the harsh shred of teeth. But it never came. Instead, I realized I was almost bent backward, a strong shield of muscle rippling against my back. My eyes met high cheekbones, and Alpha Morax's furrowed brows. Those piercing gold eyes weren't looking back at me though, my hands resting uneasily on his chest as he held me up. I followed his line of sight, and my breath caught in my throat. Fraudian was dangling from his other hand, snarling and foaming aggressively. Those eyes from before were now a startingly shade of crimson. His fur bunched up between the Alpha's large fingers.

Standing in the ruined doorway was Draco. His shirt was slightly disheveled, a smear of dark blood—not his own—splattered across his collarbone. The Glock was gripped tightly in his hand, raised and ready to kill. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his eyes... his eyes were completely unhinged. He locked onto me, his dark gaze sweeping over my dressed body, noticing the slight disarray of my clothes, the flushed state of my skin, and the phantom echoes of an intruder's presence lingering in the heavy air of the room.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

I heard Draco Dragon growled but to my helplessness there was nothing I could do to help him but just silently pray for both of us to make out safe and alive from this unexpected and disastrous thunderstorm…. I kept my eyes locked at Draco dragon and suddenly felt a pang in my heart to see him in pain…. coincidently even Draco dragon shifted his eyes towards me and for a moment our eyes were locked at each other…. His dark red colored eyes were bored in my green one….. but then he gently flipped his eyelid… It looked like he was signaling me… seeing him I could only gave him a gently nod before I pulled and locked my window door….

Luckily Draco's nose was not runny or filled with dirt. “Why are you sniffing your own finger? My nose is clean. Just so you know, I keep myself clean," Draco said, slightly offended. Astrid jumped in surprise. She embarrassed to be caught by Draco. “H… how can you see what I'm doing? It's dark in here,” stammered Astrid. She almost had a heart attack in shock. "Dragon eyes can see in the dark. It’s different from human eyes," snorted Draco. "Oh, I can't see anything now," complained Astrid. Shit, Draco saw her disgrace. Astrid pretended to look the other way, not daring to turn her face to where Draco's voice came from.