Draco Malfoy Images Novels & Stories

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

Her stubbornness was a fuel to his desires and he vowed to get her on his bed tonight. 'What poor thing!' Draco thought in his head, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her body, from her wet clothes to her full boobs, the nipple standing erect and obvious. He shifted in his chair, finding it hard to control himself from ripping her clothes and grabbing those boobs in his hands. She knew he was staring at her and it disgusted her to the core. The way he licked his lips and stared at her body made her feel like a prey. Turning her head away, she looked outside the window, noticing that the rain was still pouring down heavily.

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

He was looking behind him. With bated breath, Draco slowly begin to turn around, only to be greeted with a large red scaly head with yellow slit eyes, a large snout with huge canines poking out. It is safe to say, Draco almost fainted. Keyword: almost. For no sooner had his eyes landed on the beast, he released a shrill girly scream, running toward Stefanos and hiding behind the man. He screamed and screamed and screamed, forcing the birds to fly out of their nests and for Stefanos to start pushing the man away.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.