Fanart Draco Malfoy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The frost on the glass had grown thicker now, forming jagged patterns that looked like claws. “Then I will be the first,” I said. Lisa shook her head immediately. “No. No, this is insane.” “I’ve prepared for this my whole life,” I said. Mother laughed bitterly through her tears. “You prepared to marry a prince, Diana. Not him. Not that monster.” Maybe she was right. No one could prepare for Prince Draven, but it didn’t matter anymore. Father slowly lifted his head from his hands. The helplessness on his face was heartbreaking, but when he looked at me, his had eyes cleared. He forced himself to stand, his posture straightening as he reclaimed the heavy mantle of a king.

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

If I was going back to Fenrith, I might as well look good doing it. Draconian’s suit matched my dress, though it was much more plain. It was completely black, tailored to his broad torso, with the same dark silver embroidery along the edges of his jacket. His white shirt was open at the collar, and he had on a dark gray tie with a small silver dragon insignia pinned to it. He looked damn good, with that stern look of his. As for his mother and Meelan, I didn’t care what they wore so I didn’t care to take notice.

Draco growled, "You either stick to one or remain a playboy. Try to stay away from Anastasia if you're picking the latter. Princess perfection is a professional at pleasing you, not sure my Anastasia has any experience.” I opened my mouth to speak but Teresa screamed at me to shut up, looking more pleased with what was happening. She had no idea how dangerous what Draco was doing was. ‘He’s going to kill him.’ I nodded agreeing with the voice. ‘I think so, and I doubt Draco had the strength to defend himself.’ As if fueling Marius’s rage, Draco poked Marius’s chest and smiled warmly. "See, you can't even express your anger properly, like the coward…you…" Bam!

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

She suddenly added, “Adrian, do you know that ninety percent of the female students in my university idolize you? Those girls who used to be fans of celebrities have even stopped fawning over their idols. They’re fawning over you now. “You’re our idol. That image of you breaking the window has been edited and printed on shirts of different designs. Almost every female student in my university has one, and so do I. “I’ll take a photo and send it to you!” Adaline sent over a photo soon enough. It was a photo of her with Suzy and Shiloh. She had a peace gesture in the photo and was beaming widely. The three of them were wearing the same t-shirt printed with an image of him in full armor. Adalin

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."