Little Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

the other man let out a shriek. Draco, however, seemed fine despite the tough landing. He flipped over and got to his feet, his beady eyes glinting with malice as he glowered at Liam. "Ah, I have made the foolish mistake of underestimating you, you little twat! It's no wonder you had the guts to make such outrageous claims! It turns out you do have some tricks up your sleeve!" he said, sneering. He rubbed his chest, where it still throbbed from where Liam struck him, and said, "We'll see if you get lucky a second time, you twat!" With that, Draco channeled a powerful surge of energy—that of a two-star military king. He had learned his lesson and knew not to underestimate Liam this time. The

The drop splashed against his pale forehead and the King pressed his thumb down onto the droplet. His dragon separated from him and he breathed his fire down on Nicu’s body. It was the first time I saw Florin’s dragon and I wasn’t impressed. He was smaller than Echo and I felt no pity for him. I was going to break him, piece by piece. We stood around the stone slab for the mandatory ten minutes of silence as we watched Nicu burn. His reception in the dragon realm would be anything but pleasant. I saw the King stare directly at me and with a flick of his head I knew he wanted to see me.

Jergintarth howled in pain. “Scarlet, help me. Take this baby dragon to the healing lake. Put him in the lake. He can breathe underwater. I have to help Jer,” said Albus pleading. "Fine, Albus," said Scarlet as she pulled Draco's body. Even though he was still small, Draco's body was quite large and heavy for a human. "Edmund, help your mother. Carry baby Draco to the lake,” Albus ordered Edmund, who was only ten years old. Unlike his mother, because Edmund was a half-dragon human, his strength was far greater than most of an ordinary human. He grabbed Draco's baby dragon with ease and ran towards the lake. Scarlet ran behind him.

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.

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

' Struggling I shout to Draco, as he begins to give me full control back. 'Soon, my little mouse. Soon, you will be ours!' Draco says happily.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

After sleeping successfully in the previous classes, it was time for lunch. She jumped out of the class excitedly. She was starving and had a few pieces of bread that morning. She kept her hand on her stomach, wondering what she would eat when she felt her head hit something. Something hard. Slowly, she raised her head. "Oh, hi" she smiled nervously. "I'm so sorry about that. I wasn't looking" she explained, looking at his broad chest. He was taller than her so her head could only hit his chest. It was Draco and he was looking as pretty as ever. His porcelain-like skin shone brightly even in the corridor. His pink lips were so moist that Kyra could not help but imagine tasting it or at least

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

His skin was too pale for anyone's liking. I suddenly found myself thinking about Draco Malfoy, Ursula and Jack from Frozen. He wasn't like any of them but he really looked like some Ice prince who came out of a cartoon. It's only a moment later that I realized I was gawking at him while he too was staring back at me. I also felt many pairs of eyes on us from both sides of the corridor. “How dare you talk to me like that? It was you who bumped into me,” he said in a low voice, through gritted teeth. “Pick it up,” he said, pointing at the items lying on the floor.