Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

Draco looked at the peach and lowered his head, a glint of light passing through his eyes before disappearing without a trace. He had learned from his mother that he had to endure it no matter what happened. Only then could he continue staying in the Seldom family. He picked up the smashed peach from the ground, and a cold smile appeared on Draco's lips. He seemed not to notice the dirt on the peach, wiping it with his hand and taking a bite. Everyone was shocked, including the Third Prince, Alpha Jeffn. He squinted his eyes again, wondering if this young boy was too young to realize he was being humiliated or if he was capable of enduring things that ordinary people couldn't.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

Arshild interrupted Draco’s train of thought. Draco was surprised himself too. He was an arrogant young dragon who quickly rose to the title of Emperor. He was the youngest but also the strongest. For him to care about others was quite unthinkable. Draco smiled. “After spending time from the moment the boy was born until now, I suppose I’ve grown attached to him. As if he was my own son.” “Well, he is your own descendant. Although I don't know how many generations your family has, he's the first that you’ve been together with, yeah?”

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.

I wasn't sure about what he was plotting and I kept mute about Lucinda's disappearance because Layzal made a promise to keep her safe. "I'm not insane, madame. I am sure of what I heard." I responded quickly as I looked downward. One thing was certain and that was, she was never ever going to believe me, no matter what. Stefan Malfoy, o! that is totally unbelievable. He returned back to his position when Layzal returned to the underworld and ever since then, I have stumbled severally on Draco's discussion with madame. Elisabeta and one thing was certain, Draco had come to love Layzal so much.

And then she held my arm and tried to grab me to go with her but I refused because I didn’t know her. “Who…who are you?” I asked while still refusing to go with them. “I am Dr Castelo. Your doctor” She answered. I looked at her because I didn’t remember a doctor named Castelo. I didn’t know her. “Don’t fool me Samael '' I said because I know Samael can change looks or copy someone’s look, but she smiled and said, “There is no Samael. let’s go” but I still refuse because I don’t want to go with her.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

My pulse fell out of rhyme as I awaited whatever he had to say. "You think you succ..eeded by killing my brother?!" Drake was shivering as tears surged out of his eyes. "Theodore Andrews, you will carry the corpse of your loved ones very soon. You will bleed on your knees hoping and desperately wishing they come back to life!" Drake cursed, his eyes shimmering with extreme misery. My body shivered as his words sank in me, but Theo only stared at him coldly, while rubbing his jawline with his right middle finger. The death of Draco was definitely a big storm Drake never foresaw. When I was growing up, I knew Draco was the hesitant one whenever they were to maltreat and bully me. Drake was alw