Draco Malfoy Manacled Novels & Stories

This pain and agony was something he had never experienced before. The gray-robed person stepped forward, speaking calmly, "Young Master, the young lady outside...this humble one has thought long and hard, and it seems we cannot leave her behind. Young Master, think it over. She should know your identity..." "If you dare harm her, you must step over my dead body!" Within Draco's heart, a storm surged, and he sat up abruptly. Even though his movements were swift, he immediately felt a burning fire in his chest, as if he was being suffocated, and his mouth and nose seemed to be blocked by cotton, making it impossible to breathe. Even using his full strength, he couldn't draw in any air. He col

His face was handsome and masculine, just like the statue he had just smashed himself. Draco gritted his teeth and struggled, trying to break free from the black liquid wrapped around him. But the stronger he struggled, the stronger and tighter the bonds of black liquid pressed down on him. “What magic is this? This is black magic!" Draco hissed. Edmund moved slowly toward the crowd, trying to blend in with the other sorcerers, seeing an opening for escape. Their circumstances were unfavorable. They were too careless and understaffed. Edmund didn't expect them to be attracting attention this fast.

"Tie him up!" The armed men swiftly pounced upon Draco, they tied up his hands and feet tightly, rendering him helpless. I watched in a mixture of fear and despair as the restraints tightened around Draco's wrists and ankles, his strength restrained by the unforgiving grip of his captors. Armand's wicked smile stretched across his face, a chilling reflection of his sadistic pleasure.

"What sort of sick game is this….” I trailed off when Draco pulled my legs, making me fall back on the bed. I struggled to free my legs, but he crawled over me, grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head. In one swift movement, he picked up Marius’s tie and tied my hands firmly without breaking a sweat, after which, he straightened up and smiled sweetly. I glared up at him, his smile, the slightly dark spot on his jaw. "Draco,” I called in a warning tone and he just winked before moving back between my thighs.

“Hey punk, take off those glasses.” The young man went up to Draco with a ferocious grin and waved the knife in front of his face. “Why don’t you try taking it off me?” Draco said with a wide grin. The young man did not expect such a bold reply. Agitated, he shouted, “I’ll take it off you and dig your eyes out for the dogs!” He reached out to the glasses but before he could touch it, Draco seized his wrist.

It was a gun, and I was close enough that now it was pointing right in my face. For some reason, I was not afraid, maybe because I knew Draco had moved in that very instance when the man had taken out the gun. And before the man even had a chance to flaunt or celebrate his action, Draco had his hands wrapped all over the barrel of the gun, covering its muzzle. Within the next second, the metal of the gun yielded to Draco's strength, bending and distorting under pressure, and the gun was crushed into a ball of metal scrap. Draco's little stunt had left the room cowering in fear and shock, and all the faces around me had paled.

As for himself, he is left alone in this cruel world, with various problems that never cease to haunt his gloomy life. “Finally I found you guys...” Aiden and Calistha reflexively turned their heads when they heard a voice that was so familiar to their ears. From a distance Malfoy was grinning a little as he walked briskly towards Aiden carrying a wooden box filled with intricate carvings on it. After lightly patting Aiden's shoulder, Malfoy immediately approached Calistha and knelt beside her while placing the wooden box he was carrying on the ground. "How did you get here, Malfoy?" asked Calistha softly.

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”