Draco Malfoy Long Hair Novels & Stories

“You beast.” “I know. I’m worse than you can think of. I will wait till the day we met again. As your wolf would say, it’s either you choose death or death chooses you. Surprised that I know your words, Draco.” He pulled his mask off his face and tossed them aside. The scar above his eyebrows became more visible, he doesn’t have any gray hairs. It was dark and his eyes were gunmetal blue, his nose was pointed and his lips were thin. He did not have any beards or maybe he had shaved.

He felt the lock of the house but it was still firmly bolted. We unlocked the door and walked inside. As soon as we all went in, we stopped dead in our tracks. On the sofa, sat a handsome figure, with dark hair and red pupils. He looked extremely attractive with his evil aura. I felt drawn to him but Logan held on to my arm and kept me defensively at his side. He wore a clean black suit and had a smile on his face. “Hello Draco. It’s been a long time…”

He held a towel, but instead of wrapping it around his lower body, he used it to dry his hair, rubbing it vigorously. Her body stiffened. It was as if there was a snake in front of her, because she couldn't move her body. Shit! It really felt like there was a snake, because her gaze was fixed on Draco's masculinity, exposed to her eyes. It was as if it was ready to strike. She was right, he was big, not just big, but huge. Her hand couldn't even wrap around his massive size.

Draco threw the unconscious Jamal over his shoulder and smacked his butt. His long hair was cut short to uphold the agreement. “Ugh~” The unconscious man grunted. It made Draco laugh sadistically while Ferdinand acted blind. “Our business ends here.” Ferdinand’s face was radiant the brightest while holding the fist of Draco’s hair. Draco cut half of his long hair, now it was shoulder length. Draco gazed at him, face unreadable. His beautiful long eyelids fluttered.

He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden. He watched her as she smiled back, walking closer, a bit clumsy against the forest foliage. She was always pretty. Even in the middle of a forest, wearing a black shirt that she tried into a knot around the waist side, and some black pants that fitted over her legs snugly. Her platinum blonde hair was in contrast with the dark clothes, bright like a halo when hit by the rays of sunlight filtering down through the trees. She had a pair of boots on, and for some reason, that made Draco grin. “I see you came prepared.” He said.

Draco's fingers feathered over the scar as he reminisced about that moment of darkness in his life, the moment he lost the light that brightened his world. “Do you want an updo, my lord?” the male servant behind him asked, the voice pulling Draco away from his den of thoughts. “Yes, an updo,” he responded, his voice raspy. He still gazed at his scarred face in the mirror, allowing the servant to run the comb through his shoulder-length hair. Draco had always kept his hair like that because Andriandita loved it that way. Back when she was alive and he’d lay on her lap, she’d run her dainty fingers over his hair as she read him stories. It was basically simple moments that he cherished the mos

Well, until we lost everything. The sight of the Fae Lord stopped me from delving deeper into my thoughts. His back was turned to us as he searched and plucked some books from the shelf. His waist length glistening brown hair cascaded down the back of his red tunic and stopped below the hem of it. Did I mention that all the Fae, men and women kept their hair that long? Some longer than waist length but none shorter. Oh. Except Zephyr. His was at his shoulder. The way men wore it at Avalor. "Sit." He said without turning around.

Standing there Esmeray stared at the King of Dragons. His long hair was tied at the base of his neck in a messy bun, a telltale that he had tied them in a hurry. His eyes were flickering between their orange shade and pitch-black shade. Esmeray knew the Dragon residing in his soul had sensed a potential threat in her. And he was fighting to come out and meet her. Yet Aidan Draco was holding his Dragon back.

They must have noticed their absence in the palace now, especially Prescott and the other twin. "I have been trying to know you, but you seem to be bent on lying. Who are you?" She asked the one whose name she now knew to be Draco, determined to keep the communication alive. "I think I have replied that question." Draco answered, stepping closer to her. He twirled some strands of her red hair on his fingers, while looking down on her with black emotionless eyes. "What did you do to Lily then?" She asked, putting up a brave look, as she cocked her head one side as if to take a good look at him.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.