Fanfic Draco Novels & Stories

Swallowing hard as I read. Pictures, documents, even a fucking wiki. I have the laptop resting on my forearm as I pull up a picture of Draco Torrent. His eyes filled with evil. He's holding a tiny, curly haired little girl. No more than three. He's not really a smiling dad. More like a proud father. His power exuding, but subdued by the baby in his arms at the same time. A hint of love behind the murderer. I flip the pictures. Torrent standing, dressed in black with a curly haired girl also dressed in black. She has to be about five or so. I zoom into the little girl. She's sad. I zoom out and click the link and read the article attached.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

As if reading my thoughts, Draco tilted his head to the side, obviously unbothered by my rage. He added, “She’s my girlfriend.”

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.

Like a lazy, indulgent king, he brought a goblet of Hemlock’s nectar to his lips and drank slowly. The bronze glow of the fae light matched the autumnal tones of his hair and the smattering of freckles across a crooked nose. “I have to ask,” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Why did you dedicate your fight to me and not Drefan? Not that I’m complaining. After all, I am magnificent, vicious, and well-endowed.” Draco, who had never liked the company of either brother, grunted, “Humble as well.”

She grasped him for support as the pleasure washed over her, leaving her lightheaded in its wake. Her eyelids fluttered open as Draco scooted up to kiss her face. "You look so beautiful today Stacey,well you always look beautiful without doubt. And your hair-" he took a handful to his nose and sniffed "-loving this curls, but too bad, I'll have to mess them up. You didn't think I was done with you now, did you?" his eyes were blazing with very evident desire for her it almost made her scared. But she knew he'd never hurt her, not intentionally anyway and she was willing to trust him to take control of her body completely.

I couldn’t say if it was because of our first skin contact or simply because I saw him as Axel through and through. “My queen,” he replied, his eyes flashing with lust and pride. I felt them so potently inside me, pushing the thought of Alpha Eckon away and into my chest of full of reserved memories. This dragon king had easily bound our bonds together, just like how the alpha king of the werewolves and lycans tied our souls in the first meeting. “I—I haven’t known your name, milord,” I muttered, dying to know it. “I am Raxelan, the king of the dragons, and your mate.” He puffed up his chest and gave me an arresting smile.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

I wasn't sure about what he was plotting and I kept mute about Lucinda's disappearance because Layzal made a promise to keep her safe. "I'm not insane, madame. I am sure of what I heard." I responded quickly as I looked downward. One thing was certain and that was, she was never ever going to believe me, no matter what. Stefan Malfoy, o! that is totally unbelievable. He returned back to his position when Layzal returned to the underworld and ever since then, I have stumbled severally on Draco's discussion with madame. Elisabeta and one thing was certain, Draco had come to love Layzal so much.

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.