Fanfic Draco Novels & Stories

Draco had said it first quietly, in the early morning, holding her for the first time with the specific careful quality of someone who had never held something this small and was treating the holding as the most important thing he had ever done and he had looked at me and said: "Maren." I had looked at him. "If you want," he said. "Your mother's name." I had held his gaze for a long moment. Then I had said yes. Maren Fletcher-whatever-Draco's-surname-was which was a conversation we were still having and which Mila had opinions about. Maren. She had my eyes and Draco's jaw and a quality of attention even at three days old, even at one week that made Elara look at her and say:

Alfred was a bit taken aback by her confession as he wasn't expecting it but he tried not to show that he was affected despite his heart feeling hurt. Elaina added when he didn't reply, “Honestly, one of the reasons I agreed to do Xavier's bidding in the first place to seduce the beast was because I wanted to see you again, my childhood best friend. But as they say, one cannot decide who they fall in love with. I ended up giving my heart to Drake and I am completely smitten by him. That is the truth, I fell in love with the dragon and I want to be with him till I grow old and frail”

Now, in the present day, she found the person who would, the person who also loved her despite what she had become in her grief. “My mate, what troubles you?” His breath fanned across her neck as he nuzzled his scratchy cheek. It was slightly ticklish but she didn’t mind. “Anything and everything. I hope that we don’t fail.” “We will not fail. This will work out.” Freja sighed, her body sagging into a puddle. “I hope so.” “We will not fail. Tauric is an arrogant bastard from what I’ve been told. He makes the mistake of underestimating a dragon, especially me, the Dragon King.” His fingers massaged her arm soothingly.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

He said and I bent my head in a coy way. Here comes the kiss!! I yelled inside of me as he leaned in closer, his face just inches away from my lips. Then it came! "What's your name?." He asked in a deep voice that my heart fluttered and my knees went weak. "My name is Asena. Asena Draco." I managed to answer in a composed tone. "I, Alpha Ryan Kingston of the Blood moon pack reject you, Asena Draco as my mate. " He growled and it immediately dropped like a bombshell at the back of my head.

Mina grabbed Aruther by the wrist, squeezing in desperation “Arthur do something... she can’t stay here,” Murdok cocked his head to the side as Mina’s voice echoed down the hall and Arthur turned to his wife, jerking his wrist from her grasp. “What is that supposed to mean, Rori would be just as safe here with Murdok as she would be with us.” Arthur turned to inspect his bride, “where is this coming from Mina...you sound like the Grand Master and half the Vail High Court…” Arthur did not finish as Mina perched her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “Maybe they have a point, Art…” Arthur hissed at his wife’s dismissive tone and looked at her as though she had struck him. “Mina this

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." Aeris snorted. "You should probably get used to it." We looked at him. The fae pointed lazily to the sky. "You're literally married to one." A strange feeling settled in my chest. "Unfortunately, I'm married to the only dragon in the realm I apparently cannot go close to." Sarah immediately looked uncomfortable while Mina suddenly found the ground fascinating. Aeris, meanwhile, looked delighted. "The longing begins." "There is no longing." I denied it, pulling my brows together.

The doctors say my condition seems to be cured. Sometimes I felt so small being in this family. My mother was a human/dragon shifter hybrid witch with holder abilities who came from the human world. She saves people on a day-to-day basis. My father was born a prince but left for love and became a Nobel using all he learned previously. My Aunt Hannah was the Queen. My Aunt Sadia and Uncle Cade were part of one of the strongest werewolf packs after all the help of my mother. Aunt Sadia was one of the strongest members while Cade was one of the most resourceful. Uncle Gray was a magic user, there weren’t many dragon shifters who learned spell work, but he was only of the talented ones. Uncle Gr

In my previous life, I chose Kael Drayne, the Beast King's eldest son, full-blooded dragon, the crown jewel of the realm. What I never imagined was that on the day I gave birth, at my most fragile and vulnerable, the moment I needed my husband's protection most, Kael would stand at my bedside with cold eyes and cut me open with his own hands. "No!" I screamed. He didn't even flinch. His face was blank as he yanked our child free and slammed it to the floor. "You owed Ivy this." He stood over me, nothing left in his gaze but hatred. Only then did I understand. All along, his heart had belonged to Ivy, my stepsister, a low-ranking half-blood with no blood relation to me at all.

“Worth a shot “, Venus said shrugging her shoulders. “Spring’s flowers•Summer’s heat •Autumn’s fall• Winter’s Ice AUTUMN PACK Draco had just eaten lunch and was very satisfied. He stretched his long legs on the recliner in his office while staring into oblivion. The thinking was something he did often and getting lost in his thoughts was his favorite pastime. Clad in tattoos from neck down, he played with his dangling ear piercing. A knock on the door. The most irritating sound he’d ever heard. Second to slurping. “What?”, he said, his deep smooth voice echoing in his naked room.