Draco Malfoy Modern Novels & Stories

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

my eyes widened when I heard a familiar soft voice call my name. “Draco!” I put my phone away and carried Draco in my arms. Cameron was right. It was exactly twenty minutes from before and Draco woke up. Was he a future seer or something? I gasped! Cameron was a prince of the seven hells, how could he not be a future seer? “How are you my precious? Do you want anything?” I asked while touching Draco's delicate cheeks. He looked so cheerful I could feel my heart twirl. “Don't worry sweetcheeks, I'll get you a very pretty tiny car for you to play with or a nice toy dog..”

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

" 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? "

Getting out of bed he walked over to them before hugging them both tightly in a bear hug making Finlay laugh and Fiona frown saying she can't breathe. "Dwarco said you were sick so he took care of you. I thanked him. But lwet me take care of you nwext time," Finlay said, holding her cheeks in his small chubby hands and making her look at him as he talked. She bobbed her head and Finn kissed her cheek with a smile as she kissed his cheek sneaking a glance at Draco who was smiling. Goofy. "Alright, get ready; you both. We need to meet our kingdom," Draco said and they both stared at him. He wore a bathrobe and a few minutes later the door opened and maids hurried in holding dresses and so many

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

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.

His little great-grandchildren would only remember his bony and sallow face. He had worked his whole life for the Mason family, and now he only wanted to live for himself. Yael could not see any strong desire for life in Draco’s eyes, so he gave up persuading him. "Then don't you have any other wishes?" "Of course I have." Draco thought of something, and soon a smile appeared on his face. He asked Yael, "Do you have anyone you like?" "I do, and her name is medical science." Draco picked up the crutches at his feet and knocked on Yael, saying, "You are so young! Why don’t you go out and fall in love with a girl? You have wasted your youth!"

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

Clenching his fists together, he said through his gritted teeth, " Run away, princess before I do something that you will regret." ____________ " DON!! DON!! The house Draco is on fire. The crown prince must have bu..." Matteo paused abruptly as soon as his eyes fell on me. I stopped chewing the spaghetti that Fiona gave it to me. Matteo received a sharp glare from Alexis who was laid on the couch, displaying his solid muscles. It was hard to keep my eyes on the plate. Before I could ask anything, the news was played on TV. People were screaming around the house of Draco, a powerful pack in the city that was recently accused of doing illegal activities.