Fanfic Draco Novels & Stories

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

Alpha Drake, too. Drake, her master, is the most beautiful and scary man she's ever met. She closed her eyes, and everything she liked about him came to mind. His rough and strong fingers touched her skin, his growly voice struck in her ear, his cold and musky smell surrounded her, and his clear blue eyes stuck on her. The music got slower. He was always cold and distant, and she never knew what he was thinking. He might be the only man ever to touch her.

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

Panty-wetting sexy. His eyes find me and a dangerous yet deliciously sexy smirk crosses his lips as he swings his leg down and stands up. “And here she is, Queen of the Dragons! The Drækaari herself!” His words ring through the room before everyone bows low to me. My stomach somersaults with nerves as he steps down from the dais, closing the gap between us. ‘What does Drækaari mean?’ I ask softly as he holds his hand out to me, and I slowly place mine in his, letting the sparks come alive between us. Although I want to know why he is calling me Queen of the Dragons.

" I have no interest in having any kind of a physical relationship with you. " He straight away said. " You don't? " The way I uttered that, sounded more like I took offense. " I mean, Oh! that's great. But Ichiona... " " Ichiona doesn't know any better Liana. She is just a maid. " Draco was getting impatient. " Yeah. Just like I was just a human. " I guessed I already knew that. Draco grabbed my waist without another word or delay. The landscape around me started fading at his speed.

‘Do you think I am so stupid that I would leave your magic unlocked little hybrid? He began to fist his hard cock his eyes locked on her glistening pussy, to her shame she could not prevent her arousal. Draco was a gorgeous male specimen and he knew it. His dark golden hair and flashing emerald green eyes made him irresitable to females, he was never short of at least two of them in his bed every night, dragons had an insatiable appetite for sex in all its enchanting forms and he had taken full advanatge of his postion as King to satisfy his every whim. Now he would fulfil his lust fuelled dreams but fucking the stunningly beautiful hybrid he had desired since that first meeting.

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

She could see it in Draco’s resolute eyes, always trying to hide his pain. Draco took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Yes, Danny Fergie is my father. He left my mother for a prostitute. My mother loved him too much. She ended up taking her own life because she couldn’t bear to live without him. Ever since she left me, I swore I’d get revenge.”

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"