Drarry Fanfiction Possessive Draco Novels & Stories

I have never met someone as crazy and evil as her. The murderer of my parents is now here asking me to kneel down in front of her if I want the vaccine? That will be over my dead body! ALFRED’S POV Draco has been a very uptight and wonderful leader ever since he ascended the throne, but he is unnecessarily brutal when it comes to digging out punishments. He suffers a lot from trust issues and won’t open up to anyone except me and that is because I am his wolf. We share one body, so there is no way I wouldn’t know what was going on with him.

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

she said, avoiding my eyes like she was embarrassed. “ And you haven't accepted him yet. So it is getting impossible for him to control his beast since he is a Lycan and Lycans are way more possessive and territorial than the werewolves,” she added. I sighed thinking about zade. He was different after all. “ His majesty is waiting for you,” Daro said from the outside. “ Let him be,” I mumbled. “ Don't say that. If any of the council members hears your statement no one will be able to help you escape the punishment, even his majesty himself,” she said.

His dragon, Drakos, is a part of him and is very excited to find our mate. In these last few weeks, even he became protective and fond of Nyra. Without his approval, Drake wouldn't feel so strongly for Nyra. "When did you come to the Hamilton mansion?" he asked sounding casual. But his question is not at all casual. His heart is beating faster with anticipation. His dragon is pacing restlessly inside his head, waiting for her answer. Nyra looked at him with confusion. "Why do you suddenly want to know that?" She asked him with suspicion. As their boss, he doesn't involve himself with these silly things. Her father Douglas is the one who is in charge of all the maids in the mansion.

I could feel it oozing past the 2D picture, making me crave for her in reality. This 'something' I sensed about her was confirmed when we finally met. My dragon side, Khaos, felt it that instant—our mate bond with her. And it was damn about time. I hadn't tasted a woman for centuries all for the sake of keeping true to my future mate. Now, with her present, I could be complete. I didn't even care if she was a human instead of a dragoness.

Lyra’s Pov I couldn’t believe both of them. I had a feeling she had a hand in the dress incident, and now she just confirmed it. Not to talk of how fast she switched up when she saw alpha Drax. She truly wants to be picked by all means. I stared at Alpha Drax wondering if truly he harbored great feelings for her, and if he will truly dispose of me if the curse doesn’t so she could raise my child. He’s not just mean, ruthless, scary, but also a manipulative, two faced man? What was I expecting?

’ If I were a dragon, I would have fire flickering from my lips. No one will ever take Skylar and Cyryl from us. No one.

"I, Alpha Damian of the red moon pack accept you, Kira Malcolm, as a member of the pack." Immediately he concluded his words, I felt my body consumed by a sharp pain. I let out a loud scream as darkness took over. When I reopened my eyes, I was in Damian's arms. "Are you okay?" There was a hint of worry in his tone. "What just happened?" I squeaked in a low tone. "You became a part of my pack, that can be draining on its own." He said so casually. "So what does this mean?" I tried to find my voice, unable to stand properly.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

"But let's sit first and have a drink." "No, I'm fine here—" "I wasn't asking, Lyra," his voice suddenly shifted. It was deeper and darker. His smile was completely gone and all that was left was a cold warning in his eyes—the kind that made her breath hitch and her heart race for all the wrong reasons. The way he called her name sent a chill down her spine. Lyra. It rolled off his tongue like a threat. It wasn’t just her name anymore; it was a reminder that he owned every bit of control in the room.