Draco Malfoy Eyes Novels & Stories

"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.

You arrogant cocky bastard. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter for a second, wishing I could take it all back. I had been too drunk. Too careless. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping the room was empty so I could pull myself together. Draco was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring directly at me. His gray eyes were filled with pure, burning rage. His jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress like he was barely stopping himself from breaking something. The air in the room felt thick and dangerous.

SELENA'S POV Silence... Not the comfortable kind, the dangerous kind. The kind that made every heartbeat sound deafening. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Draco stood between me and the door, his broad shoulders blocking my only exit. His expression was carved from stone, but those steel-gray eyes... those eyes betrayed him. They were furious... not wild and not uncontrolled. The quiet, simmering fury of a man who had spent the last several minutes watching something he didn't like.

The dying person’s eyes showed no signs of despair or fear, rather they were filled with hatred and a strange aura of strength, followed by an ear-splitting scream. Zachaeus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then proceeded to open the box. The insides of it were covered in red velvet and in it, there was a white round crystal, shattered into pieces. He took out the biggest shard which still has the shape of its initial form and looked at it, before putting it back, and closing the lid. He then went up to a locker that was concealed within a phoenix statue in his room and put it back. Soon his phone rang; the screen showed Nezeira’s face. He picked it up and answered,

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's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. I watched Draco cautiously as he stood before me, his eyes no longer a menacing black, but returned to their usual color. Relief washed over me, mingling with the remnants of fear that still lingered. I took a few hesitant steps backward, unsure of how to approach him after witnessing his transformation.

Wolves don’t have eyes like people. And yet… The crunch of footsteps on the trail jolted me. I spun around, and there was Draco—sweat dripping down his temples, only in sweatpants, breathing hard from his run. Those same eyes—emerald, vivid, burning—locked onto mine. For a heartbeat, I swore the forest stilled. I've been confined here for far too long. I need to see more people. I forced out a shaky laugh. “You scared me, barging in like that.”

A few strands of his hair escaped the bun he had gathered it into, falling over his face. Bones poked his cheeks as if he was gritting his teeth. The male had never smiled at all that she could remember. He was always detached. "Does he ever smile?" Isolde asked Draco, her eyes still pinned on Alfos. His eyes were glittering like hers now. His raven hair glowed under the candles and lanterns in the space. Why do they have the same type of hair and eye color? "He rarely does," Draco hummed, his eyes ghosting over Alfos. He watched him fiddle with the goblet in his hand.

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.