Draco X Hermione Novels & Stories

Kaliyah, Rheagal, Brenna, and Kenna were quick to join the king downstairs to where the dragon was. It was the first time Kenna saw a dragon from up close, her fists clenched in anger. The magnificence of the dragon was not hidden, the scales were big and somewhat scary and it had a shiny appeal. She couldn’t believe Kaliyah was the one going to live the life she wanted.

She sat down beside him and gently asked, "Feeling better?" Draco's beautiful eyes, like cherry blossoms, held a hidden depth even when he wasn't smiling. His black hair spread out at this moment, a few strands sticking to his forehead. His expression was slightly panicked, and suddenly, he tightly embraced Emma's waist. In an instant, Emma felt a contradiction. The hand on her back trembled, yet its touch made her tense and slowly relax. She gently asked, sounding as soothing as possible, "What's wrong?" At this moment, a glimmer of light poured in through the window, touching Draco's exquisitely handsome face. His long eyelashes trembled, and droplets of tears formed like shattered gems. E

It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period. Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

The hall went dead silent. Kaelan walked right through the terrified crowd, heading straight for me. The notorious, ruthless Dragon Chancellor looked at me with a rare softness in his eyes. A faint smile even played on his lips. But the next second, that smile died. His eyes locked onto the glaring blood on the back of my hand. And that humiliating shoe print. Instantly, the golden slit of a dragon flared deep within his ocean-blue eyes. "My mate." His voice, a low growl, echoed in the hall.

down to Ximena, who was currently sprawled out pathetically on the floor, bleeding from the lip and sobbing softly. Daemon let out a low, drawn-out whistle, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, damn," he murmured, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. "Looks like we missed the opening act. This is going to be so exciting." A low, primal growl tore from Draco’s throat, vibrating through the quiet hall like the rumbling of an approaching earthquake. He took a slow, terrifying step forward, his eyes locking onto mine with lethal intensity. "What the fuck is happening here?" Draco demanded, his voice a dark, lethal rasp that commanded the room to stop breathing.

His gaze falling on the bracelet that Marcus had put on my wrist. His eyes met mine and I could see heat lurking in their violet depths along with something I now knew to be his dragon. Arousal coiled low in the pit of my stomach and I sucked in a deep breath as he stepped closer to me.

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

She replied. “In that case, I have an idea” Drake said and he brought his hand forward. He used the little strength he could muster and transformed just his hand to his dragon. Then he took out one of his scales and tossed it at her to which she caught in confusion. “What’s this for?” she asked. Drake was breathing heavily, that little action had triggered the spell backlash on him and he felt even weaker. “A sign for Xavier and to start up our plan” he managed to say in between breaths.

Delcy remained where she was, silent. Draco’s rage was only partially unleashed. He was still showing mercy by not having Elsa and Delcy torn apart on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to feed them to his lion. But all his anger was held back because of Luna. He cared deeply about her feelings. If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t even listen to the pleas of these two vile women. “Nigel, release Samson,” Draco ordered firmly. Samson was Draco’s male lion—a magnificent and terrifying beast. Anyone who saw him would be paralyzed with fear.