Novel & Cerita Pics Of Draco Malfoy

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.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

From the moment Luna first set foot inside, she’d admired the beauty of Draco’s home. Now, Luna was touching the paintings on the wall—paintings she guessed must be by famous artists. Judging by their beauty and detail, they were definitely not cheap. By chance, Luna’s gaze landed on a framed photograph of Draco. A smile formed on her lips. The photo before her was of Draco. His face was extraordinarily handsome—Luna couldn’t deny it. Draco was the kind of man any woman would dream of. Any woman who saw him would surely be smitten. But one thing about Draco always scared Luna: his piercing eyes. That was what made him so intimidating when he was angry.