Novel & Cerita Is Snape Draco's Godfather

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.”

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."

He was now eighteen and I knew it wouldn’t be long until Father died, and he became King. This was one memory that I did remember, which meant that Father’s control over me weakened. It was a little foggy, but as I watched myself from the past stand outside of Father’s room, I knew it was a few days before he died. Another Dragon had poisoned him, although we never found out how. Now that I knew that there were Dragons with more extreme talents, I suspected that it was from someone with the talent to lethally poison a Dragon. From the corner of my vision, I saw Trenton tense and nod his head. That wasn’t important right now.

"Another traveler from Dracoterrum. Tell me, how fares Emperor Rector these days? Still hiding behind his walls and his principles?" Marcia's expression remained impassive. "The Emperor rules wisely, as he always has." "Wisely," the godking repeated, the word somehow twisted into mockery. "Is that what you call hiding the truth from his people? From his own son?" His gaze returned to Rex. "Did you know, Rex, that your father sealed the ways between realms not to protect Dracoterrum, But to protect himself? To hide his greatest failure?" Rex felt Fafnir stir within the bracelet, the dragon's presence a steadying force against the godking's words. "If you invited me here to sow discord, you're

"But you must understand that your actions have consequences. I cannot protect you if you do not trust me and follow my guidance." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. "I understand, Draco. I'm sorry for disregarding your order." Draco's expression softened, his anger dissipating like a distant storm. He reached out and gently brushed away a tear from my cheek. "I don't want to lose you or your child. I have a debt which I owe your great grandfather a debt to protect you but I can't do that if you don't follow my orders," he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Draco looked up and was surprised to see someone walking on the surface of the water with such graceful steps as if he was dancing. “Albus…” Draco exclaimed incredulously. He rubbed his eyes several times. "Come here, son. I miss you," said Albus. Draco got up from his place and ran towards Albus, and hugged him tightly. For Draco, Albus was a father substitute for him. Albus raised him and taught him many things about life. Albus also accompanied him in every pain he suffered. For Draco, Albus was his world. He did not care about his prince status and had no interest in power. Because Albus wanted him to carry out his mission as the last dragon prince, Draco tried to fulfill his promise to

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

Upon hearing the conversation between Matt and Draco, the crowd finally realized the truth. Draco—who was also known as Caspian Stellan before he was adopted into the Sherwood family—was an adopted son of Mason's grandfather. He was born on the exact same day as Mason, but based on family hierarchy, he was Mason's uncle. Upon hearing that I was going to marry his uncle, Mason completely lost his mind. He dragged me to one side and hissed, "You don't have to marry him just to get back at me, Hannah! He doesn't even carry the Sherwood bloodline, whereas I am the sole heir to the family fortune!

The orange and purple sky accompanied with the sunset made the sight incredibly pretty. “Why are you so different now? Before you didn't use to do these kind of things but now.. Are you really my mummy?” Alarmed, I stared down at Draco and held his hands. “Honey.. before I was a sinner. But now, I'm a repentant goddess and now, I choose to be a better goddess and respect my tradition and heritage” I inhaled deeply. “Draco.. I'm your mummy. You're a smart boy, you should be able to tell whether or not I'm your real mummy” I said.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.