Draco Malfoy Facts Novels & Stories

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” I hesitated. “What do you want from life, Draco?” His head tilted on the bed as he eyed me, then he looked up when he realized I was serious. He considered his answer. “Power,” he said first, “victory… always.” “And beyond that?” He paused. “For a long time, I’ve wanted nothing else. I had no other wants except war and conquest. In fact, I thought of nothing else.”

I wasn't sure about what he was plotting and I kept mute about Lucinda's disappearance because Layzal made a promise to keep her safe. "I'm not insane, madame. I am sure of what I heard." I responded quickly as I looked downward. One thing was certain and that was, she was never ever going to believe me, no matter what. Stefan Malfoy, o! that is totally unbelievable. He returned back to his position when Layzal returned to the underworld and ever since then, I have stumbled severally on Draco's discussion with madame. Elisabeta and one thing was certain, Draco had come to love Layzal so much.

Even at that, they still kept watch throughout the ride home, occasionally glancing around to make sure they weren't followed. Draco looked around the house making mental notes and last minute preparation for dinner, while trying to make sure Tyler didn't get half the food into his stomach before the guests even arrive. He had always loved cooking even as a young boy. His grandma had thought him everything he knew about the art of preparing food, she shared all her secret recipes with him and they bonded over meals. He really missed her, funny how she was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. Maybe it was his greed or he just loved the danger, but deep down he knew this was just

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

I bellowed, "You're truly a shame to the Lancaster family, Draco! How could you just die along with Mom and Dad? How could you just end the Lancaster family bloodline? I'm going to properly teach you a lesson today on behalf of the Lancaster family!" I used every ounce of my strength to violently slap Draco across the face while wailing. My fingernails dug in and left scratch after scratch. I wanted to see how long they were going to keep up the act. They got to eat well and live comfortably, while I was abandoned in a stockpen used as a holding cell, left for others to bully and abuse. Why did Draco have the right to boss me around since we were young, just because he was born male? In that

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

The leather shimmered briefly, then the journal practically sighed, opening to reveal pages I had never seen before. “Oh, you little devil,” I whispered. The inscriptions shimmered in black ink, letters and symbols weaving together in a pattern that almost felt alive. I read, slowly at first, then faster as my heartbeat picked up. Draco’s history sprawled across the pages like a dark map. An orphan from a village where witches had been burned. His sister killed alongside him. Rage had become his inheritance, shaping him into the man he was today. The journal was clinical, cruel in its precision, detailing how he had experimented with bloodlines, experimented with people, always seeking perfe