Draco Malfoy Pfp Novels & Stories

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

"The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine." Draco's pupils trembled. That was when he realized how wrong he had been. His lips quivered, and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Mother… Please tell me where Lea is." "Molzen, but she doesn't go by Lea anymore. Her name's Anastasia Rose." That day, Draco began packing to leave for Molzen, but Nanette showed up to block the door with her wolves, wearing the Luna's crown. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

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.

The footman handed me a garment bag and bowed his head before leaving the sitting room. Inside was a suit with royal decorations marking me as a Duke. My ‘knighting’ as such would take place at noon followed by a grand banquet and then tomorrow I’d become the Dragon Prince Wynter Grey of the de Haviland family. Maya would be known as Maya de Haviland Grey, Dragon Princess of the world. It was a lot to take in. I showered, shaved the two-day stubble from my jaw and got dressed in the charcoal gray suit with the sash going over one shoulder. My hair was still short and when I opened my bedroom door my family stood in the living room, waiting for me.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

Luka was wondering what’s going on in Draco’s head. “Then why did you send me to give her those herbs that healed her?” Draco smiled when he heard the question. “I want her to go through every pain with her mental health normal.” Luka thought he was evil but listening to Draco made him realize he was just being very nice because Draco works harder than the devil himself. “You are the main villain no one saw coming.” Luka said to Draco with a smile. “I love that for myself.” Draco replied to him with a smile on his face.

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."

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?”

“Is he okay?” “We still don’t know. He’s severely harmed, though.” The judicious contentions she had been depending on a brief time prior had been so exceptionally sensible. Anybody would have told her so. Draco was unstable, whimsical, and unusual. Not boyfriend material. Passionate, strongly, astounding. Evil hot.