Is Draco Malfoy A Death Eater Novels & Stories

Draco is commonly known as the Dark Lord, but he’s actually the Higher Power of Evil. “Silas has a point. Paxton is the first hybrid amongst the supernatural creatures,” Draco commented. Lucia sighed. “So, where do we even begin searching for answers when it comes to him?” “I don’t think it would be wise to go asking the witches about it. We would have to hold our own investigation,” I suggested before there was smoke around us. We coughed until it cleared up to reveal a beautiful Caucasian woman with long black hair and green eyes. “Silas Keller?” she spoke up.

Marduktema tried hard to break free but in merely couple of seconds she was turned into ashes and vanished in air in our surrounding. “Wher.. Where is she?” I frantically questioned Draco, hearing which he turned to me “She is dead…” Draco said ‘But how can she die that easily?’ I thought to myself ‘Isn’t she a ghost… can Dragon fire kill a ghost?’ I further thought to myself and supported my body up. Draco didn’t explained me about it neither I asked him more because we were in need to find and kill blood ghost in order to escape this place, thinking of which Draco and I both started searching for dead body that was brought here earlier by Mr. Hanzo.

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

“You’ve never been hesitant to share anything with me before.” “Am I doing the right thing, Ivy?” I asked her quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Draco’s father is long gone. He died just the way he killed my parents…by getting betrayed himself. And karma came to his door not long after my parents were gone. Is punishing Draco for his wrongdoings really the way to go?” “Do you realize that you keep calling him by his middle name? You’ve been doing it right from the start.” Ivy said suddenly, breaking my train of thought.

” He emphasized every word. ”Beside Malia, after she had fallen, stood her uncle. For a split second, before he had time to run away, he held a stake in his hands and watched as his niece breathed her last breath.” ”What?” I was taken aback. ”Her uncle, Draco, wanted to brew hatred between the two species, more than there already was. He didn't believe that werewolves and vampires could co-exist, he wanted the vampires to be the only superior species. He killed his niece, would blame the werewolves and a life-long vendetta would take place. He didn't succeed, but neither did he fail. One werewolf couldn't let the already existing hatred between two kinds justify the murder of a little girl.

Draco suddenly remembered the young man he met, the man looked very creepy and strange. “Is that where the murderer passed?” Draco asked her and she managed to nod her head before she finally died. Draco was unhappy to realize that he had the opportunity to catch the criminal but he was unable to do that because he was not aware of the person’s personality. Draco stood up immeditately and started running towards that direction so that he can catch the criminal but when he got there, there was no one there. He was wondering why he did not catch the person the first time, but again he couldn't blame ginseng because he was not aware.

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.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

She grinned darkly as if she was enjoying the whole show. Draco shifted back in seconds, bare chested, soaked in blood, and with his eyes burning with unrestrained hatred. He turned slowly toward the remaining elders. “Speak his name again,” he growled as his voice vibrated with deadly promise. “Speak Damon’s name in my presence again, and I will rip out your hearts with my teeth.” The elders immediately fell to their knees. “S…sire, we meant no disrespect…” “Guards,” Draco said coldly, ignoring the trembling voices and changing his mind about giving them a second chance. “Seize them.”

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.