Draco Malfoy Eye Novels & Stories

Wolves don’t have eyes like people. And yet… The crunch of footsteps on the trail jolted me. I spun around, and there was Draco—sweat dripping down his temples, only in sweatpants, breathing hard from his run. Those same eyes—emerald, vivid, burning—locked onto mine. For a heartbeat, I swore the forest stilled. I've been confined here for far too long. I need to see more people. I forced out a shaky laugh. “You scared me, barging in like that.”

Therefore, he took Nessa with him. However, when he turned around, Drake strode across the room really fast for someone of his age and caught Nessa’s hand; he pulled her to him. “Let me see you closely,” he said eerily. He used both of his hands to cup Nessa’s face, and this time, she was able to see his face and… his mismatched eyes. One of Drake's eyes was black, while the other was white, with a scar that ran from his forehead, crossed his eye, and extended down to his cheekbone. Judging by its appearance, Nessa assumed it was a battle scar from a fight with a beast.

He never broke the gaze too, he kept staring at her sad weary face for what looks like forever,his heart which seems like it stopped beating for ages started thumping too as he slowly held her hand "Bluey" he smiled They both stood as if in a slow mo. "it hurts Draco.... He never understands" she cried and without thinking, she hugged him "it keeps hurting allover again "She cried harder Draco embraced her in a warm hug and she started new tears afresh "Stop crying" he said, patting her back "I can't, I really can't stop the tears " She said tearfully. Draco pulled away from the hug and watched her hiccups. He held her face tenderly and wipes her tears with his fingets. He stared directly in

I look into his eyes and see that they are still unmoving. "No, no, no. please no" I plead in a shout in the cave. I pull Draco's head into my lap as I try to staunch the bleeding while I scream with all my might. "Somebody please. Somebody please helps me. Oh god, please. Please help me" As hold the boy I love to my chest he is so still. His body is warm against me and as I hold the bottom of my dress to his head I feel that it has soaked through.

At the door Draco gasped. "Oh my god!" He whispered as Lori ushered him in. "I said the same thing when I saw them." Lori said dryly as she closed the door behind him. "What's happening to you?!” "Your face! What happened to your eyes!" ''My eyes?!" Lori asked and Draco nodded. Did her face change too? She had not really been focusing on any other parts of her body, just the gigantic wings on her back. But now that she thought of it...

“It doesn’t hurt that bad.” “Huh?” Startled at his voice so close to my ears, I looked up into Draco’s blue eyes. Surprisingly…there was something soft about them that I had never seen before. His expression wasn’t like that of the Capo, the head of the Costa Nostra; but that of just the man underneath. Draco lifted his hand to place it on my cheek gently, as he swiped it under my eyes once. “You looked like you were about to cry.”

“I am ready to fight! Do something!” She waits a few minutes as she also waiting for the cannibal eater's next attack. She closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle to happen. She can hear the monster growling but all she thinks right now is how to save herself or is this how she dies. The pearl creates glazing random white light lines from inside it as it is slowly expanding from small light that makes Hana and the cannibal fire eater glares at it. The light is gently fading as it was absorbed through Hana’s eyes and when it is done. Her eyes became pure white, shining beautifully, and when the light was gone, Hana’s eyes back to normal.

The dying person’s eyes showed no signs of despair or fear, rather they were filled with hatred and a strange aura of strength, followed by an ear-splitting scream. Zachaeus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then proceeded to open the box. The insides of it were covered in red velvet and in it, there was a white round crystal, shattered into pieces. He took out the biggest shard which still has the shape of its initial form and looked at it, before putting it back, and closing the lid. He then went up to a locker that was concealed within a phoenix statue in his room and put it back. Soon his phone rang; the screen showed Nezeira’s face. He picked it up and answered,

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I made my way back to the dressing room one careful step at a time; the floor itself felt unreliable beneath me, my legs trembling in a way I prayed no one around me could see. Damn. Why does this man have such power over me? He was like a storm. Fierce, consuming, utterly relentless. You could search the whole of it and never find calm at its centre, because peace was not something that existed where the Draco lived. It had no place there. And those eyes. God, those red eyes. They burned the way only something ancient and dangerous could burn, steady and absolute, the kind of heat that didn’t flicker or warn you before it consumed you.