Dragel Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Out of nowhere, Hayden’s pack appeared before us and they all looked very confused. “You have to cleanse and implant now,” Draco turned to Kree’s daughters. They nodded and said their part of the spell. Draco’s eyes still glowed bright red. As soon as the ladies finished, Draco said a phrase in daemonic before everything died down. Just when a person thought everything was good and dandy, all the pack members, Hayden and Darrin included, passed out. “What just happened?” Thorne asked. “They’ll be fine! They’re the least of your worries right now,” Draco said before disappearing. The unmistakable sounds of rogues in the distance let us know that the Lewis phonies were aware of what had just o

Darcus - POV Seated in a dimly lit room, I nursed a whiskey, the liquor doing little to ease the pain. Seeing Ella so close to the warlock stung. I could feel Drago, my dragon, flinching at the sight of our mate with someone else.

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

Harris swooned when he watched the dragon with flames in his eyes lean forward and kiss his stomach while caressing it so gently. “I like hatchling. It's perfect for our baby dragon,” Harris smiled, his heart swelling as he reached up and rested his hand on his dragon's face. Draven's eyes moved to Harris and his heart skipped a beat. “I never knew I could love someone as much as I love you. You make me so happy, my beautiful Alpha!” Draven said before pressing his lips to Harris’.

Draegon leaned in, whispering near her ear: “Because I didn’t lure Edwin here.” He turned his blazing eyes toward Edwin. “I lured you.” Edwin’s blood ran cold. “What do you want with her?” Draegon smiled. “The final piece to complete the Ravager ritual.” Ralph shouted, thrashing uselessly. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Draegon ignored him. He began chanting—dark, guttural, ancient. The room shook. Blue flames turned blood-red. The shadows thickened, rising like living smoke. And suddenly Tiara gasped, choking as the spell began to drag her forward toward Draegon.