Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

“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.

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

I thought maybe something was wrong with the amulet, this explains it. “Draco was clear that we are to wait,” the stupid chief witch jumps in. I hate her. She terrorized me when I was a nobody here. “Draco is your leader now?” I ask, intentionally getting her in trouble. Draco is the most powerful wizard. He is the leader of the north hemisphere. Arrogant and pure evil. My master does not get along with him. “I…I…” she trembles when master shots her a deadly stare. “I will get everyone ready,” she adds and runs off. Pathetic coward.

The maid opened the window when she heard the noise. 'Elena, please tell the young lady that we have entered the Baron's territory. 'Okay.' Sitting across from Elena was a young girl in a mage's robe. She had a slender figure and jade-like skin, with long black hair that reached down to her waist. Her beautiful and delicate face was only slightly better than that of a goddess, especially those black eyes that had a charm that could captivate a person's soul. Kristen Stewart, the only daughter of Baron Stewart, a dragon vein wizard of the first order and a magician of the first order, has the title of the most beautiful tulip in Brittany.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.