Draco Malfoy Stuff Novels & Stories

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

He has seen Draco's wrath which only a very few had seen and he would never want to get on his bad side ever. Adrian knows that Draco always tries to stay calm and composed but when he’s seriously triggered then the hell breaks loose. Adrian shook his head as Draco nodded his head and then he placed his phone on the table with an article opened on it, he pushed it towards Adrian and urged him to read it. "Read it out loud," Draco instructed and Adrian read it out loud. "Year's biggest auction. King Draco's personal belongings a...auctioned in more...millions," Adrian stuttered in the end. They were so discreet, how the hell did it get out?

It was a beautiful rattle with the head of a dragon carved from Dragonstone. I walked past his substitute grave every single day and I left my grief and regrets there. To the outside world I had dealt with my grief and then continued to be the Duke and Sire of Mintia. I would always wonder what type of child he could have been, what type of man he’d grown into and thoughts like that just kept the wound fresh. I needed that pain to stay with me. When I walked back into the castle I put a smile on my face and soaked in the time I had with Luciana, feeling our daughter kick and listened to her ideas for baby names. It had been weeks and I still hadn’t heard from my family and that stung.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

I said, my voice thin as I swallowed deeply, knowing damn well that I don't heal fast. "Yeah, but healing doesn't help much if you're dead, Maeve," Nyla said, grabbing my clothes and huddling closer. Around me I could see Dalia's eyes popping wide as she looked like she was regretting her decisions. Kaida's hold on her must be the only thing stopping her from bolting. The murmurs started as some students looked terrified out of their minds while others looked calm.

Both Sarah and Vincent turned to stare at him—Sarah in surprise, while Vincent looked annoyed. “This is a family matter,” Vincent growled angrily, reaching to grab Malfoy’s collar. “Mind your own business, mister.” Malfoy dodged to the side before he could grab him. A vein popped on his forehead in anger. This was the second time someone had tried to mess with him. Grabbing his collar?! He inwardly cursed as he slapped Vincent’s hand away. People were disrespecting him a lot these days. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” Malfoy asked Vincent, his lips curling up in an evil smile. He never really liked drama, but this one! He loved that he was a part of it.

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.

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.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” I hesitated. “What do you want from life, Draco?” His head tilted on the bed as he eyed me, then he looked up when he realized I was serious. He considered his answer. “Power,” he said first, “victory… always.” “And beyond that?” He paused. “For a long time, I’ve wanted nothing else. I had no other wants except war and conquest. In fact, I thought of nothing else.”