Draco Malfoy Eyes Novels & Stories

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

She was stunned to discover he was secured in a cold sweat, indeed in spite of the fact that his skin was as well warm. Is he wiped out? Ought to I call an ambulance? Terrified, Sydney observed him squirm. His upper arms bulged as he wrestled with the cover, his body shivering as his eyelids fluttered. “Draco!” she cried, shaking his bear. His eyes snapped open, and for a minute, the students were expanded, nearly vertical. An spooky yellow shine shone behind the whites, and Sydney knew, past a question, she was looking into the eyes of an unimaginably effective summit predator.

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.

Leaning against the doorway like he’d been there for hours. “How long have you been listening?” Malrik growled. Drayan held up his hands in a lazy surrender. “Long enough to know she’s alive. And glowing. And… oh, you idiot.” “What?” I snapped. Drayan pointed at me. “Your pupils. They’re not normal.” I turned toward the polished steel cabinet beside me—my reflection faint, distorted but undeniable. My eyes were darker. Redder. A ruby haze around the edges. Zenaida’s eyes.

‘Do you think I am so stupid that I would leave your magic unlocked little hybrid? He began to fist his hard cock his eyes locked on her glistening pussy, to her shame she could not prevent her arousal. Draco was a gorgeous male specimen and he knew it. His dark golden hair and flashing emerald green eyes made him irresitable to females, he was never short of at least two of them in his bed every night, dragons had an insatiable appetite for sex in all its enchanting forms and he had taken full advanatge of his postion as King to satisfy his every whim. Now he would fulfil his lust fuelled dreams but fucking the stunningly beautiful hybrid he had desired since that first meeting.

I snorted. "I know what I look like. You are not it." It rumbled again. "You tell fine jokes, child. Without me, you are nothing. Look closely. Tell me what you see. Who you see." I peered up at its bright eyes. It blinked and its slitted gold turned blue, like its scales... I paused. Those eyes... The time I'd invaded Dameon's thoughts, I had seen me with them but I had disregarded it, knowing I didn't have blue eyes. Looking closer at its hairy scales made me want to touch my hair. They were the same color.

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.

He could see her looking up, and he noticed she wasn't moving. Draco took another sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving her. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but reminisce about their conversation earlier. He couldn't explain why, but he felt a pang when he recalled seeing her cry in front of him, the pain evident not just in her voice, but also in her eyes. As he saw it in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of conscience. Draco shook his head, he shouldn't be feeling guilty. If he wanted to see his plan through, he needed to set that aside and focus on his main goal.

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…”

Her heart clenches as she speaks, tears roll down her eyes freely, the pain she feels is gruesome, heavy. “I think you have the wrong person, young lady. This is Rex, not Dra whatever, now leave and stop being a nuisance before I add you to my pet collection,” the lady beside Draco quips at her, lifting her hand up and a blue aura shimmers in her palm, her eyes flashing with the same color. Raven’s eyes are fixed on Draco’s eyes and she cannot see any emotion in them, none whatsoever. He just looks at her like what he wants her to believe that she is, a total stranger.