Draco Malfoy Eyes Novels & Stories

"Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too." Oh, hell no. I might have been a horrible father but you do not touch Elle. I'm going to have to add Draco to the kill list too, maye I'll bury him next to his sister that I let die. "Draco, I'll.. I'll" Draco takes his hand and lifts my face to his. I had been letting it hang against my chest. Hoping the poision would work quickly. As my dark fae eyes meet his dark fae eyes I see no life in his, nothing but revenge. Nothing but a death sentence for me. He licks his lips in anticipation. This guy is nuts.

Her poor parents might have a heart attack if they see her tongue cut. "I guess you know better than to dare me, female," He stated, running his eyes over her body. When they trailed up to meet hers, Draco's heart nearly stopped. She had almost the same eyes as her, he thought. The urge to reach out brimmed within him. He wanted to touch those eyes so badly. Don't, he told himself as he reined in his control.

It was the early dawn as the hue of orange surrounded the rising day bringing sorrow in its wake. Draco shifted when he came to the hall near his room. His eyes zeroed in on Adrian, Kolton, a maid, and his father. They all stood outside the door with pale faces. Draco dashed over to them and grabbed Adrian and Kolton both from their collars. "Where the f*ck were you both!" His vicious growl caused every single one of them to flinch. "My king-" Adrian gulped. Draco's eyes were bloodshot. Those amber hues were mixed with golden swirls. He looked deranged.

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."

Her voice trembled as she spoke to Draco. Draco was undeniably handsome—many women would have been enchanted by him. But Luna wasn’t enchanted. She was always afraid when she looked at him. His sharp blue-green eyes made her shrink back every time. Draco’s anger only intensified when he heard her request to go home. His breath quickened. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into tight fists. Draco roughly grabbed Luna’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “You want to go home, huh?” he whispered, his lips close to hers.

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.

But in an unexpected turn of events, Kadita was already in the of Drakaina when she feels weak. Her knees fell to the ground with great anger and hope that she and her sisters would get out of this city. The sandstorm also disappeared. So Drakaina can see again, clear as the sky, as anger welled up in her heart and mind. Her eyes searched for Kadita's appearance from in front of her, left and right side, and she saw nothing. So, she turned her back. She lowered her gaze and saw Kadita, kneeling while looking into her eyes, angry and grinning. “What are you doing down there? Are you praying for another storm or praying and hoping that your queen will help you right now?

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

“Hey punk, take off those glasses.” The young man went up to Draco with a ferocious grin and waved the knife in front of his face. “Why don’t you try taking it off me?” Draco said with a wide grin. The young man did not expect such a bold reply. Agitated, he shouted, “I’ll take it off you and dig your eyes out for the dogs!” He reached out to the glasses but before he could touch it, Draco seized his wrist.

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