Draco X Hufflepuff Reader Novels & Stories

Draco POV My front door swings open, and I turn to see a tall vampire wolf hybrid standing smiling at me. "Draco, you slick devil!" He hollers as he runs for me. "Rog!" I scream as he grabs me and pulls me off of the ground. Rog is a considerable hybrid. He is a genius when it comes to putting together a plan, and he is always eager to shut down an auction. "Did you get everything I ask for?" Rog asks me.

Philip It was time to pay James ex, Raya a visit. I had always known she would be trouble. Often I had heard her try to convince my brother to ascend without me. She tried to convince him that we would never find a mate that would suit both of us. She was wrong. Dragons usually used nature to choose mates. Fire will pair up with water or ice, Earth will pair up with water, Wind only paired up with wind. That was why we could not find a dragon mate because no dragon had two natures. Being with Jane made me realise the paring system was wrong. Here Jane was, an awesome human with no superhuman powers or nature, yet her scent and touch could cool James' fire and warm me up. It was love that mad

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

At this time the dragon does something unexpected he bows at us. "I will fight for you. We will kill the Ghost and burn the spider horde. But I want something in return. I want this girl to read me the spells of the Elder magic all of them. I have forgotten their words and I only need to hear them to remember them. Do this for me, and you shall have me as an ally. Do we have an accord?" Draco's deep voice echoes throughout the cavern in a calming way. "Yes, Draco, when the war is won I shall read the Elder magic spells to you out loud here within the walls of your cave."

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

Whoever draws the first blood from me gets the sum of a hundred coins, come on, boys." Motivated, the hot-blooded males charged at Draco now. Determination etched on their brows, battle cries dripping from their mouths. Draco let himself be kicked. He took the kick in the belly and moaned. It was a relief to him to feel this sweet bliss of pain. He staggered, coughing. His gaze spiraled, blurring at the edges a bit. "Yeah, that's more like it," He hoarsely spat, breathing