Fanart Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

Her words and the bold front she tried to put up made the man in front of her give a wicked sinful smile and squatting in front of her he spoke. "I'M DRACO, XANDER'S FATHER. WELCOME TO HELL" TBC Don't forget to like and comment.

"I thought you had no intention of telling me." "If not for me, you wouldn't have been ambushed like that. I've been hiding it from you; I'm truly sorry." Draco spoke softly, clearly blaming himself. His extraordinary appearance, fair skin, and sad brows made him stand out. His skin was as radiant as jade, his brows gently furrowed, and he seemed to carry the light of the sun and moon within him as if born to illuminate the darkness. So Emma gently patted his head, "It's alright. Haven't I been living well?"

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

Pithan the other firebird said also looking really annoyed. Draco spots something on the ground, very curious to know what it is he picks it up and looked at the item closely. "At least we have a headstart," Draco who is obviously the smartest amongst them spoke up after picking up a blue dotted earring from the ground and shows it to their faces. Rogue and Pithan were surprised to see the earring. And Pithan replied with an obviously stupid question. "What are we going to do with that?" Pithan asked Draco. he looked really dumbfounded.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

" he gritted out. Smilingly, the beta raised a vial and handed it to Draco. Frowning, Draco took it, watching the vial with confusion scrawled across his face. "Is that a fairies fart..." "A fairies feather, ew!?" Draco spat, pretending to retch from nausea. His action made Alfos break into laughter. The male who barely laughed. Seeing it had Draco cracking a laugh too. "So, am I going to drink a fairies fart so I can fart like a fairy, eh?" "On the contrary," Alfos admitted. By now, both males exited

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“He has the audacity to defy orders and step down as Gate Master. All so that he can fight us till the end. “Not just that, he… he actually drew Kirin’s bone marrow. “That fool! That idiot! I am going to kill him with my own bare hands!” Draco was shocked when he saw the photograph. He didn’t expect Tyr to drain so much of Kirin’s bone marrow in one go. Other than that, it seemed like his marrow was drawn out in huge quantities as Draco couldn’t even recognize his son at first glance. “Miss… miss, what happened to you?” Mother Roxanne asked anxiously, for Lyra fainted on the spot when she saw the photograph. “Lyra.” Gladys quickly ran toward Lyra, jittery and fearful.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.