Is Snape Draco's Godfather Novels & Stories

"Partly." "And the other part was my grandmother." "Yes." I was quiet for a moment, turning it all over the wolf, the demons, the dragon, the vampire, the mother, the brother. The particular architecture of a person built from things that should have broken them. "Your father," I said. "Valen." Something changed in Draco's expression. Subtle but distinct. "Yes." "He's behind Rocco's hatred." "He's behind most things," Draco said. "He's been behind most things for a very long time."

"Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too." Oh, hell no. I might have been a horrible father but you do not touch Elle. I'm going to have to add Draco to the kill list too, maye I'll bury him next to his sister that I let die. "Draco, I'll.. I'll" Draco takes his hand and lifts my face to his. I had been letting it hang against my chest. Hoping the poision would work quickly. As my dark fae eyes meet his dark fae eyes I see no life in his, nothing but revenge. Nothing but a death sentence for me. He licks his lips in anticipation. This guy is nuts.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

“Same course, same level. I'm not even mincing words “ . Owen responded, keenly staring at the man who was nothing but just a fellow member to his late father. His name is Sir Donald, a close friend to the late Sir Barrett who happened to be Don Juan’s underboss and Sir Stewart's best friend. The man was notable around the border of Oregon, although not clearly known as a Mafia member. Upon finding out that Ray is the son of Draco, the heir of the City Council , the spirit of revenge purged through Owen . Draco killed his father, making him a lonely orphan with no friends. Not even a girlfriend! He had changed a lot since his dad died , his mother died when he was just five.

she smiled sweetly while pointing at Kieran. Draco turned to the man beside Alpha Tadeo and Alpha Ramdel. His scrutinizing eyes fixed at the youngest man, intimidating, imposing. But after several moments passed, the man remained calm and not a hint of intimidation. With the unfavorable outcome he had, he scowled his menacing scowl no noble could withstand. "He is my grandson, Duke Draco" Alpha Tadeo announced after a while of battling not to smile while watching the human. Draco gaped at Alpha Tadeo and heave a sigh.

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.

I thought maybe something was wrong with the amulet, this explains it. “Draco was clear that we are to wait,” the stupid chief witch jumps in. I hate her. She terrorized me when I was a nobody here. “Draco is your leader now?” I ask, intentionally getting her in trouble. Draco is the most powerful wizard. He is the leader of the north hemisphere. Arrogant and pure evil. My master does not get along with him. “I…I…” she trembles when master shots her a deadly stare. “I will get everyone ready,” she adds and runs off. Pathetic coward.

“And you know her… It’s Elara Dane.” The glass of bourbon I’d just poured shattered in my hand, liquid and shards spilling across the desk. “You’re joking, right?” I breathed, staring at him. But Father’s eyes held no trace of humor. He was deadly serious. A snarl tore from my throat. “No wonder Draco’s obsessed with her.” “It’s only a matter of time before he discovers the truth — if he hasn’t already,” Father said, pacing behind his desk. “Though I do wonder why she doesn’t have a wolf.” His voice dropped into thoughtful silence.

“Well, he is your own descendant. Although I don't know how many generations your family has, he's the first that you’ve been together with, yeah?” Draco slowly nodded his head. “Then it’s not wrong to treat him like your son. Cause he technically is.” “I see. I’ve done my best to teach him, but honestly, I’m a bad teacher.” Draco admitted. “Well, you just gained power naturally like it’s nothing as you grew. So it’s not so weird that you can’t exactly teach him anything.” “Hm, he has potential and he is where he is now through hard work. I cannot imagine the kind boy I’ve witnessed so far turn into a villain.”