Draco Malfoy Patronus Novels & Stories

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

I further added, hearing which “Hold On!” Draco quickly said and immediately pulled me beside him by my left arm also at same time he made a cross like gesture with his both hands in front of his chest and started reciting certain incantation which were foreign to me. In split second Draco’s Dragon spirit suddenly appeared and I was able to see his eye’s turning in shade of deep RED like glowing rubies just like his Black Dragon. Very next second Draco broke his cross hand gesture and harshly slammed his right hand palm aggressively on floor and I was able to see a blue colored flamed appearing from his hand and spreading in ring towards all mad women and men’s who were around us

I thought as a slight tears dropped from my eyes. I raised up my heads and saw Dracon casting a spell but I don’t know why he was casting it. It was an healing spell but not just a normal healing spell, a powerful healing spell, the one that doesn’t just work on normal wolves or witches but a very powerful one. “What is happening ?” I questioned myself but my head was blank because they was no answer to my question. Dracon was still casting the spell when he started loosing consciousness and blood was slowly gushing from his nose.

" 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? "

I stole a glance at Mother, whose face was a mask of determination, every line etched with an unspoken promise of survival. They marched us down a stone corridor, dim and damp, where the scent of mildew mingled with the cold morning air. Just outside the grand entrance of the royal court, I caught sight of Father, Lord Muller, and my younger brother, whose face was a mix of fear and defiance. Father stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes, a slight nod all he offered. I could see the weight of responsibility in his eyes, a silent promise that we would get through this—somehow.

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

Then he contacts Minotaur. “Minotaur, is everything okay there?” Cupid asked. “Yes. I saw Bacchus and Pegasus enter the house. I’m just waiting for an opportunity to shoot Black Dragon. He got some young boys with him.” Minotaur answered. “Young boys? Who are those young boys?” Cupid curiously asked. “I don’t know. I need to go, I will contact you later.” Minotaur said and turn off his intercom. “Sometimes, Minotaur is a snob.” Atlas commented.

he muttered and all of a sudden, Marcus fell unconscious. The shaman opened his eyes and he extracted a dark misty air from my heart and sent it into a fire. “I got it! I've broken it!”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.