Draco Malfoy Eye Novels & Stories

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

She had been sitting by his bedside all night. Emma held his hand. "It's good that you're alright." Draco was taken aback. He had always thought Third Sister had beautiful eyes—long, dark, and glossy eyelashes slightly curled, her irises distinct and contrasting. Her irises were darker than the darkest obsidian, while the whites of her eyes were clear like a springtime pond. But now, that pond was tainted with threads of blood, revealing the owner's fatigue. Draco sat up. "We need to return immediately!"

I tightened my grip on my own wrists, my scent flaring with a mix of frustration and quiet grit. "I wasn't trying to push, I just wanted to ask a...." Before I could even finish the snarl, Draco Wesley’s head snapped in my direction. Our eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, it felt as though the bioluminescent crystals hanging from the ceiling pulsed with a sudden, blinding intensity. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his golden-brown eyes dancing with recognition.

"Ahhhh." Draco groaned and spurted blood out of his lips. Lucas, on the other hand, didn't care but rather he mounted more pressure forcing his arms to go inside Draco's body more and more. "Now you can't get in my way anymore," Lucas warned coldly. His eyes burning pitch black. Both eyes were like the epitome of darkness and he seemed to have lost himself deep in it. "I ain't done with you, do you think I am weak?" Draco fired back at him with determination probing to him that this pain he was feeling was bearable.

Draco’s eyes were nothing more than two pits of darkness, his fur glowing brightly, a beacon that rivaled the moon itself. The shadows shuddered as they slashed at the assassins, skewering them until they were nothing more than lifeless husks littering the deserted street. One-by-one they fell. Now heaving, Draco spun to face me with eyes his usual shade of midnight blue. A gust of ancient magic slammed into my chest, knocking me on my hind legs. It was the same all-consuming feeling that arose when I felt Azrael’s that day at the lake. Draco’s eyes widened.

He was looking behind him. With bated breath, Draco slowly begin to turn around, only to be greeted with a large red scaly head with yellow slit eyes, a large snout with huge canines poking out. It is safe to say, Draco almost fainted. Keyword: almost. For no sooner had his eyes landed on the beast, he released a shrill girly scream, running toward Stefanos and hiding behind the man. He screamed and screamed and screamed, forcing the birds to fly out of their nests and for Stefanos to start pushing the man away.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

“The hell are you looking at?! Keep your eyes to yourself, or I’ll f*cking break your f*cking nose, pansy! You think you’re some hot sh*t, huh? You don’t even remember who you are! Do you know the name of your pa and ma? No! F*cking useless freak! I don’t even know what Lilith ever saw in you. You don’t have the looks, you don’t have the body, you don’t have anything that’s remotely comparable to me! You are just a f*cking piece of sh*t!” Part of the reason Kenny felt safe abusing another man like that was because he knew Draco was too meek and spineless to retaliate. It made Draco the perfect punching bag, and just as he had assumed, the man said nothing in return. He nodded, shrank away fr