Draco Quidditch Novels & Stories

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.

Yet as I turn the final corner, I am halted by a cluster of people. A quick glance and my spine shivers—it’s her Lilith Drakenhart. As her eyes shift to me, mine drop to the floor, watching me feet as I take a wide berth, working hard to stay clear of her path.

- The man replied. - Elena. - Demetria mumbled again. - Sorry, what was that? - Cassius looked at her questioningly. - My dragon's name is Elena. - The girl replied louder. - Oh, I am sorry. I should have asked before. - Her uncle apologized. - What is your dragon name then? - Alexander, but he likes to be called Alex. - Cassius replied with a giggle. Demetria found it strange to speak softly about a beast like a dragon.

His face was pale and he was sweating, screaming through the rag as I sat back and drank my coffee until he quietened down. “Let’s try again,” I said as I pulled the tape off and pulled the rag from his mouth. “Gideon Delanie,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now that wasn’t so hard,” I said and sighed as Kurt slumped forward, passing out from the pain. “Kurt!” I said loudly shaking his shoulders. “What a girl,” Abeloth said with disgust. ‘Great’ I thought to myself. At least I had a name now. I felt Abeloth push forward and reach out to his dragon. He made him submit and then ordered him to wait until sunrise before reaching out to Bazzoit for help.

Where had she heard those words from in that order? “Slave…” “Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre! Puryt ikra shis, forem ni khagris shis matra fyre, Drakun!” The dragon let out a screech as a windy force sent it flying backward a few meters away from her then its wings tore through the air again as it aimed for her but this time with its jaw closed. The force of wind from its wings lifted her hair around her face and neck.

I shrugged and Blaine looked impressed, but still not convinced. "Don't provoke her, Blaine," Mateo said and Blaine shrugged. "I don't believe your mate. She is bluffing." "How about I prove to you-" "Children, stop," the queen said as she looked at me and Blaine, shaking her head. "Now I have four kids," she said with a long dragging breath, and I didn't know why it made me feel like the luckiest person alive in Draconia, right now. King Rupert opened the locker and then pulled out what looked like small locker box, once again made of styrodian. And he opened the box and my breath just stopped from the magnificence of the crown.

Alpha Alchemis returned his attention back on Draco with a smile before speaking, " We agree with your plan, Draco but what are you going to do now? Lucien and that bitchy human are already ruling Quinton." Draco smirked at his words meaningfully. Going on the other side of room, he raised his voice after a deep chuckle, " I have already plotted something to trap Lucien. I just need your assistance now." ********

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.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”