Draco Potter Novels & Stories

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

“Why didn’t anyone know until later? Since you two are siblings, wouldn’t it be normal for you to know he was friends with a potential stone keeper?” “Generally, yes, but not exactly. Dragons are privy to who a potential is, which means that he wouldn’t have known. When Arric turned eighteen, he had been drafted to join the war against other Dragons. He had been gone for a few years and by the time he returned Azura had been chosen. That was when I found out.”

“I see from your paperwork that you have no rank and no lair. How is that possible when your dragon is so rare that most people have never seen one.” “My grandfather was Lucas Grey, Sire of Aurora, Illinois. He was the first to merge with a gray dragon. My father was the younger son of twins, they both merged with gray dragons. The eldest son took over as Sire and his son, my cousin, is now the Sire of Aurora.” “Remarkable.” He hadn’t written anything down and I had to wonder why the King’s advisor was so easily accessible and involved with admissions. “Hence the no lair and no rank. My father moved away and lived his life, raising us and working on his farm.”

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

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.

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.”

“Alright. But Silas… the children… I need to be sure they’re protected. I can’t fail them.” “You won’t fail,” he replied. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Finish the journal. Learn what you need. We’ll end this together.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. My hands were steady now, my resolve hardening like steel. I returned to the journal, whispering under my breath as I read the dark truths. Draco’s origins, his obsession, the cursed lineage tied to Bianca Weller, all of it now clear. We know the anchors. We know his weakness. And we’ll destroy him.

"Which makes them —" "Do not finish that sentence," Draco said. "Nephew or niece," Rocco said. "Rocco —" "By blood and by decision," Rocco said. "It's decided." Draco looked at the sky. At the mortal sky. At the specific, finite, completely extraordinary sky above the training yard of his home. He was mortal. He had a brother who was going to teach his child four second eye contact. He had a mate who was going to call him her sweet baby boy in front of everyone for the rest of his mortal life.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.” “It seems lady Sabrina here is his fated mate and he only realized that after selling her off,” Lincoln added. The dark lord turned to me. “In such a short period of time, you have become quite interesting. And since all of this is revolving around you, I will put you to good use. Come to my office by noon. I have a little task for you. Something that will determine if your mate is a wise or foolish man.”