Draco Malfoy Imagines Novels & Stories

Fate honestly had its ways! Despite these thoughts, they dared not take charge on their own. Hastily, they knelt and said, "Young Master, please don't be angry. This humble one doesn't dare!" Draco wanted to speak, but not a word could escape his lips. He felt his blood rushing like a maddening torrent through his veins. Suddenly, it surged upward, reaching his head as if it wanted to burst out of his body. His entire body felt like a multitude of ants was biting it, and his limbs ached unbearably. His vision blurred, his head spun, his breathing became increasingly complex, and his body felt on the verge of exploding.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

She told Malikul as if he cared. “Of course,” Draco answered in an offended tone. “Seems there’s no injury,” Shadow reported again. “Duh~!” Draco rolled his eyes. “No emotional scars as well.” “He wouldn’t dare to injure him… or that’s what I thought.” He tried hard to justify it. Both Malikul and Shadow turned to Draco. “What?” His heart was shaken up by the sudden mischievous look. “What do you want to know?” “Let her read your mind.”

Alfos said. “It’s what everyone believed in at first, but Draken has managed to weave doubts into the minds of my people. Now, the Unbounds are trying to kill me just to make sure I don’t represent our people again. They see me as a monster, Alfos.” Draco huffed. “They’re right after all. I’m a beast, and a beast like me is unfit to rule. I hunger for blood a lot. What will happen when I can’t find someone willing to sell their blood to me?” “I might completely lose my mind and go into the villages to attack them just to have a taste of blood, and then the truth about what I am will be revealed,” Draco hissed, pausing before the grounds.

Lewis even looked down at him from above with a neutral expression, like he was staring at a corpse. Anger sparked in Draco just then. He scoffed like he had given up on everything. "So, why are we discussing anything now? You might as well kill me now!" Lewis snickered. "Oh? That's bold. I like people who are bold." Draco tensed. "Cowardly people can't handle my schemes," Lewis added. The corner of Draco's lips twitched. He felt a sense of foreboding. "Why do you want those transport channels?"

Wasn't your father afraid that the first person to find this place would be a bad person? "Are you a bad person?" Galadriel asked in return. "Of course I am not, but what if the first person to come here wasn't me?" Christian said. "Father said the first person to come here would be the person I've been waiting for." "Okay, I won't ask that question. Don't you get bored being here alone?" Christine had already given up. She felt stupid, where had she gotten the idea to convince the construct? "Not really. You should have noticed what it's like outside. In fact, this Mage Tower is built in a half-plane. Normally I can go outside and play with the little animals."

Bluey wrapped her legs around his waist and dipped her face in his shoulders as she inhaled his scent . . . Draco gritted his teeth from where he hid "I hate him. I failed again"He cursed and bite harder on his lower lip. He looked around and when he saw no one, he brought out his phone He quickly dialed the first number in his call log. It rang. Draco peeped to make sure nobody was closed by He heard someone's voice from the other side of the phone and that's when he realized he has picked "we both failed again. We need to get a Plan B. I bet she will recover her memory soon"He whispered

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

Looking directly at the Draco’s eyes, he cracks his neck and pops his knuckles. The smug Draco waits for David to finish. David stretches his arms a bit. He needed every bit of energy he could use. Looking at the monstrous beast in front of him and the fire behind it, David felt both scared and excited. On one hand, the Draco truly looked terrifying and on the other hand, he hasn’t felt this much tension ever since Elizabeth kissed him. If he survived this fight, he was sure that the Draco would be the catalyst to his next evolution. David smirked as he imagined the next stage.

Draco was in the restroom showering. He didn't know for how long he stood under the shower as millions of thoughts raked through his head and all he felt was numbness. Never in his life had he thought that he would regret something or want something this badly. Why does he have this haunting feeling that life was escaping from his fingertips and he could do nothing to stop it? How did he end up like this? He considered himself calm, cold, and an extreme follower of his own rules then how come he ended up loving the very being he hates?