Fanfic Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu! Pale, handsome, thick eyebrows, wearing black pants and black top dress. And Sir's lips looked like he’s wearing cherry lipstick, because of the excessive redness. "King! Queen! What was Delia’s sin, and seems like you’re abusing her? Was it true that you’re throwing my child on a cliff? Huh!" Sir Dracu shouted at his parents. His face was full of grief over what had happened.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

I wouldn’t want them thinking I was fine with it. Who would even be fine marrying into a family of deranged psychopaths with superhuman abilities? Who? Marius finally chuckled softly behind Draco, and I looked at him. “What the hell is that for?” He shrugged. “Just enjoying the beginning of your suffering.” Draco turned my face back toward him. “Don’t listen to him. You won’t suffer because I’m here.” I shifted my gaze to him, and if I was telling the truth, I felt a tiny bit assured, but considering how unpredictable he is, I couldn’t bring myself to rely on it.

Wilbur, Andriandita's father, always believed a lycan wasn't meant to have powers, and as a result, she hid her gift from him and everyone else save for Draco. Draco walked back to the tavern, mind clouded with worry. He had a mate. The gods had granted him another mate, but the problem was he didn't know who that was. "There's only one way to find out," Draco muttered under his breath, growling. TBC.

“It’s been years, Alfos, years of living the life I never imagined I’d live. I had to do it.” Alfos pursed his lips, staring at Draco. He remembered years back when he was all over his sister. Draco never fancied another female except his sister, and that led him to take that vow on her grave. The vow that he’d never love another. “It’s not just about wanting to know how it feels again, Dracolian,” Alfos walked around the desk until he stood beside Draco and rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s about what you desire. You’re starting to feel something for this female, and it’s beginning to kill you.” “I am not feeling anything for her. Let’s not forget that I’ve a mate…” Draco tried to defend

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

Luka was wondering what’s going on in Draco’s head. “Then why did you send me to give her those herbs that healed her?” Draco smiled when he heard the question. “I want her to go through every pain with her mental health normal.” Luka thought he was evil but listening to Draco made him realize he was just being very nice because Draco works harder than the devil himself. “You are the main villain no one saw coming.” Luka said to Draco with a smile. “I love that for myself.” Draco replied to him with a smile on his face.

It was the same thought he had when he was looking for her that night, scouring the scene, harmed by her need of looking for him. Then he had seen the man standing close her with malice in his eyes, and everything had gone black. It must be since she is my mate. I’ve never felt this way, never. Draco despised the thought of a mate just since of what it was doing to him. To his brain, his mouth, his body, and his past resolve to as it were snare up with ladies for sex. The thought of resting with anybody else made him debilitated interior, and that in itself was cause to worry.

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."

We headed to Valmore Enterprises in silence, we didn't know what to say or what to expect when we saw him, but I, for one thing, could not wait to see him despite everything. We entered the building and Lora's hand was in mine and we saw a lot of our allies and Roman's men. Our sons went to mingle and then I saw Drax with a beautiful dark skin Fae woman on his arm. I was jealous, he leaned in and kissed her and I realized it was his girlfriend, I remembered her from a magazine article that they lived together. Drax looked so handsome in his suit and although his face looked different, I could sense it was him, I felt drawn to him and my wolf said, "Mate, he is still our mate," and my heart f