Draco Malfoy Eyes Novels & Stories

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

“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.”

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...

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.

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!"

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Was it going to lose a king and prince, all at once. I rubbed my palm against his nose bridge. More blood droplets seeped through his lips. " That is no way to wake anybody up. You taste of iron , you know! " Draco held my hand. His eyes were still closed but he was talking with his sassy accent. I didn't know if I was supposed to smile or laugh. Then he opened his eyes. Blood red eyes. His hair started turning milky white. I would have jumped up high even if I was lying as a corpse in a casket.

Landon said nothing. With a subtle shift of his umbrella, he cast a downward glance, cold and menacing. Draco's eyes gleamed with the thrill of a predator as he studied Landon's flawless features. "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?" Landon's stare swept over him briefly before turning away as if the majestic lizard were beneath his notice. His voice was frigid. "No." The black fog swirling around Draco thickened, and scales began creeping up his neck. Thunder cracked across the sky as he asked again, his voice sharper, more demanding, "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?"

Luckily Draco's nose was not runny or filled with dirt. “Why are you sniffing your own finger? My nose is clean. Just so you know, I keep myself clean," Draco said, slightly offended. Astrid jumped in surprise. She embarrassed to be caught by Draco. “H… how can you see what I'm doing? It's dark in here,” stammered Astrid. She almost had a heart attack in shock. "Dragon eyes can see in the dark. It’s different from human eyes," snorted Draco. "Oh, I can't see anything now," complained Astrid. Shit, Draco saw her disgrace. Astrid pretended to look the other way, not daring to turn her face to where Draco's voice came from.