Drarry Fanfiction Possessive Draco Novels & Stories

He murmured, bit her lower lip which made her sniff and slapped his arms. "Remember that you are only mine, Dianna. You are my possession!" He gritted his teeth, glanced at her coldly enough which made her gulped and trembled. "Turned around," He commanded, gripped her hands while his hands trailed off between her legs. "Ugh, Klaud!" She moaned loudly, closed her eyes because of the pleasure he brought. "Moan for more, Dianna. Scream until you reach the peak of the mountains...,"

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

It said dryly again. I paused. "I didn't steal anything. It was all mine. Not yours." It cocked its huge head and peered down at me like I was minuscule. Well, I was, compared to it, but still. "I am you. Your given name is my given name." "That is far--" It suddenly groaned and blew out icy breath and flapped its wings violently. "Drakkon," It seemed to say with anger, fear and pain. It felt almost as if it was I going through everything she felt for this... Drakkon.

“And you’re already letting some other man near you?” “We’re not together,” Nuri shot back, fire flickering in her tone. “And even if we were, it’s none of your business.” Kalmin stepped forward, close enough that he could see every fleck of gold in her irises. “You are mine, Nuri.” She jerked her chin up. “I’m no one’s possession.” “You are mine,” he repeated, each word a vow carved from stone. Before she could answer, her eyes snapped past him—to Bella, who now stood on the stairs, holding a duffel bag and a suitcase.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

I did not care about the laws of men or the decrees of holy gods. Nerrissa belonged to the Crown of Drakoria. Her breath existed because I decreed it. Her fragile heart beat because my fire kept her warm. If Emperor Vaelor thought he could march across the snow and steal what was mine, I would teach him what true monsters looked like. "Selene," I growled, the sound carrying two distinct voices—the cold command of a conqueror and the feral, bloodthirsty roar of a colossal dragon. "Yes, Your Grace?" she answered from the stone floor.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

I fall to the floor when he shifts to his human form. "Boy, you cannot stop me. I will have the silver dragon's egg, it is mine by right." I pull my legs beneath me and inhale a large amount of air. I let everything go and the flame I knew I possessed shoots from my mouth. Drakon's roar hurts my ears but not enough that I don't hear his words. "You are dead, boy."