Draco Malfoy Modern Novels & Stories

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

Just as I am about to leave a girl walks right into my chest. “Omph” Shaking her head she says, “ Oh my gosh I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” ‘Look mate is checking us out,' hums Draco happily. We watch as her eyes go from our head to our toes stopping at our groin. 'Mmm, I can smell mates arousal, mate likes what she sees,' Draco states happily while inhaling her sweet scent. 'Draco, control yourself! I told younow is not the time. You are too close to the surface. Just be patient, she will be 18 soon.' I scold him.

Edmund's body got goosebumps from the majestic aura he felt from the young man's figure. Draco Black. Draco landed gracefully on the ground. Gradually the shimmering light that enveloped his body dimmed. His figure looked clearer. His body was taller, stockier, and muscular. His black hair looks rather long with red, silver, green, and sky blue highlights. He looked more calm, mature, and charming. The aura of a king's majesty radiated from the way he looked and behaved. Edmund knelt in awe and reverence. "Greetings to The Great Dragon Prince, Draco Black," said Edmund in greeting.

“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?”

"I thought you had no intention of telling me." "If not for me, you wouldn't have been ambushed like that. I've been hiding it from you; I'm truly sorry." Draco spoke softly, clearly blaming himself. His extraordinary appearance, fair skin, and sad brows made him stand out. His skin was as radiant as jade, his brows gently furrowed, and he seemed to carry the light of the sun and moon within him as if born to illuminate the darkness. So Emma gently patted his head, "It's alright. Haven't I been living well?"

“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.

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

“Game’s back on, darling. And this time, I’m not playing for little scraps.” With that, Draco Grey poured himself a drink, downed it in one swallow, and let the laughter roll out of him… mad, eager, and triumphant. Because for the first time in years, he smelled a real opportunity. And it smelled of power.