Draco Malfoy Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

it gave them goosebumps it affected even the devil " what are you talking about 'father' what do you mean why?" Celeas eyes were piercing his, her bright golden eyes surrounded by red instead of white because she cried made her look insane " I have finally lost it, I've finally lost my mind" " Cele...." Draco felt hurt watching Celea in that condition, in his 16 years of life Draco never saw her once crying, but she's having a mental breakdown and all he could do was watch her lose her mind, why did I never tried to find more about her past, maybe things would have been different maybe he could have helped her...

I answered honestly, making my way to sit near him as he stares at the flowing water in the lake. "It's so late and you aren't back which is unusual." I added, tilting my head to look at him. He didn't spare me a glance at all. His eyes lingered on the lake still. Then, I knew something was wrong somewhere. Draco that I knew might be cold, but his coldness that night gave another feel. His expression gave off a bit of anxiety and somewhat anger. It was mixed.

I forced myself to look away but I couldn't, it's like I'm being remoted or some thing, forcing me to do what he says. When I beheld his face, I was surprised to see that the so-called king was way too younger than I thought. From his deep voice, I had assumed him to be some one in his mid fifties or thereabouts, leaving me to wonder if Mrs Malfoy was mated to some one younger than she is? But here I am, staring at the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Blue eyes, pink lips, perfect cheekbones, with a well sculpted nose which gave him the perfect looks any one can imagine.

There was still a lot of defiance in their eyes despite the odds being heavily against them. Draco’s smile remained on his face as they uttered the words. In fact, it made him burst into a scary fit of laughter. He released Nyla and began to walk slowly toward the elder who had spoken, carrying a dangerously bloodthirsty look in his eyes. The old man stiffened on the ground, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to change his mind about his opinion of Draco.

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears