Draco Quidditch Novelas e Histórias

Eventually, Princess Christina nodded, "No." "Alright then." After this affirmation, Draco walked over to the bamboo birdcage hanging from a tree nearby. He took a New Zealand Night Parrot from inside, tied an arrow to its body, lightly patted its wings, and sent it soaring into the sky. After a moment, even its shadow was no longer visible. Draco turned back, standing in the center. His gaze seemed to capture all the light in the sky and earth, his radiant ethereal presence grabbing everyone's attention. His voice rang out, filled with charm, "I'm done."

Her gaze shifted to a large lion being held by Nigel. “D-Draco, i-is that—” “You choose, Luna,” Draco said coldly, eyes fixed on the cage. “Should the lion start with her leg… or her arm?”

“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire.

The trapped soldiers yelled from behind with their voices magnified . It definitely seemed as if Draco had a death wish. His actions were nothing less than that of a lovesick lunatic. But no matter what the situation looked like from the outside, Draco was still the infamous king that everyone feared. He swirled right in the middle of the darts to determine from where they were coming. The shadowy camp of the Hounds was now exactly in front of him. He moved like butter, avoiding the darts as if he was playing a game. The Hounds leaped out in fear as he approached them, at high speed. His wings were wrapped around his body and his body rotating at high speed, creating a tornado with the wind.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Augur said. “It would certainly help in this instance” Markus said, everyone near nodding in agreement, except Deacon, Minet and Justin, who looked at each other for a second. “If I may, would this solution not work on the young prince? He is fused with a dragon, making him highly resistant to such solutions” Deacon said, walking forwards again. “For once you are correct” Markus said, scratching his chin, Augur also stopped abruptly, they obviously had not factored this into their scheme.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.