Malfoy Lucius Novels & Stories

"Mom,but isn't Vador the name of our vampire king?" "Yes,he's the dark lord" "Dark lord,really mom?" Ava asked laughing"I bet you made this story up to scare us." "It's real!, the dark lord is vador" Aaliyah said going to the kitchen "My point is that I want you both to stop fighting everyday, Aiden lost his twin and a bigger part of himself.Who knows maybe you'll realize your twin power soon." "Mom we have no twin power "Emma replied "I haven't even figured out my special ability you know."

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

Alpha Alchemis returned his attention back on Draco with a smile before speaking, " We agree with your plan, Draco but what are you going to do now? Lucien and that bitchy human are already ruling Quinton." Draco smirked at his words meaningfully. Going on the other side of room, he raised his voice after a deep chuckle, " I have already plotted something to trap Lucien. I just need your assistance now." ********

So this girl had no chance of being familiar with King's name. " Ethan.. your full name is Ethan Malfoy " King split out the drink after listening to her while everyone recited his name. " Ethan Malfoy. " Peter and King glanced at each other with shocked eyes and then looked up at her suspiciously.

But his body continued to be pushed and sucked into the dimensional crack. "Edmund! Now!" Albus shouted to Edmund, who was fighting Leonard with Urvarth and Radcliff. "Wait! Let me kill him directly! Leonard is half-human. We can kill him!” Draco exclaimed in a cold tone. Leonard laughed sarcastically. "Why Draco? Do you want to take revenge on me directly? It turns out that you are such a vengeful creature. Why? Because I made your favorite woman torn apart and turned into a monster? Or, because I made your woman gnaw at your mother's head?” asked Leonard sarcastically.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

I saw the grin that swept his face the moment he tasted it. "You like it??" I whimpered. "Yeah!! It tastes really good." He mumbled as he took another sip of the coffee. "Umm, sorry I haven't even introduced myself properly to you." I apologized shortly. "It's totally fine!!" He muttered, saying no other word to me. "I'm Stefan Malfoy by name, one of the closest persons to Lucinda." I mumbled, in a lowly tone. "I'm Orpheus Duncan!!" He muttered as he smiled briefly.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.