Fanfiction Draco Novels & Stories

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Even at that, they still kept watch throughout the ride home, occasionally glancing around to make sure they weren't followed. Draco looked around the house making mental notes and last minute preparation for dinner, while trying to make sure Tyler didn't get half the food into his stomach before the guests even arrive. He had always loved cooking even as a young boy. His grandma had thought him everything he knew about the art of preparing food, she shared all her secret recipes with him and they bonded over meals. He really missed her, funny how she was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. Maybe it was his greed or he just loved the danger, but deep down he knew this was just

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

Seraphina giggled and blushed under Achilles’s loving gaze. “I knew you would be a sight to behold but, by the God’s, I was not expecting that,” Ethena gasped. “And such a seamless shift, you wouldn’t think you had only awoken your dragon yesterday,” Narcissus said in admiration. “Truthfully, it was excruciating the first time but, it’s pretty painless now,” Seraphina mused.

I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and turned to leave, the action harder than I would have thought, my dragon didn't want to be away from her, he was staring in my mind, marvelling in her. normally my dragon takes no notice of anyone, he is always so disinterested with the world, unless it comes to a fight, but with Harry was already enthralled, wanting to know more, wanting to be near her. “Hurry Kaelin, they are already fighting.” Maddox tells me through mind-link just as I shut the door, his tone annoyed and yet unsure. “I am on route.” I respond before cutting the link, I didn’t want anyone of them knowing my feelings on the matter, not yet.

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

He tried to call on his dragon form but it wouldn’t come due to his injuries. “I have to help him.” Rosalie cried as She wiggled out of Dominic’s grasp. He quickly grabbed the baby as Rosalie wobbled a small distance. She closed her eyes and shifted. The pain filing the anger she had towards Charles as his dragon form roared. Ever dragon in the area quivered with it. The power behind the purple dragon was unexpected. Even Charles was thinking twice. He backed away from Drezic as it approached. ‘Desiree sweetheart. It’s me.’ Charles roared happy to see her as a dragon. He still yearned for her and if he wanted he could take her as his mate to.

The forgotten memories of my childhood had become the catalyst for a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of my family and bring light to the darkness that had plagued us for far too long. But everything changed when I, Freya, married Rex, the prince of the dragon. The union between our two worlds was unprecedented, and it brought both hope and uncertainty into my life. As I looked at Rex sleeping peacefully beside me, his dragon form shimmering beneath his skin, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love we shared. Rex had been my pillar of strength, helping me navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and standing by my side when others doubted my worth. Toge

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”