Pics Of Draco Novels & Stories

“You shall pay for that,'' Draco shouted from the far end. He just couldn't let this slide at all, so he wanted to go in full power. Draco's let out his beast form. He began a beast with white features. Ice vapor poured out of his mouth and the entire place turned dark. Zeus became high on alert and was shocked by how the weather suddenly changed in his own realm. Lucas too was shocked, but as expected, he knew Draco was just as powerful as him. A moon appeared in the sky and was having the same symbol as that of which was on Draco's forehead. The tension and temperature dropped suddenly and became chilly.

There was a white haired guy by his side, explaining what was in his own files to Marius at the same time, and they barely made any noise. ‘Impressive.’ I thought. Draco’s eyes met mine the second I turned to him and he flashed me a smile. He was sitting beside his brother, legs raised and placed on a seat beside him, and his phone in hand. Donovan was by his side, it confirmed that he was either his personal assistant and dog, or he probably did something bad to become Draco's servant. The difference between the four was very evident, one was serious and cool, the other was…well a whole bunch of things, particularly annoying.

When the door opened, my breath hitched. Draco stood there, his white shirt hanging open his eight pack in full display, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead, water still beading on his collarbone. His black slacks rode low on his hips, no belt in sight. He had clearly just stepped out of the shower, and the sight made my mouth go dry. The hunger in his eyes matched the ache coiling inside me. “Smells… delicious,” I managed as I stepped inside, though I wasn’t sure if I meant the food or him.

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

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.

Swallowing hard as I read. Pictures, documents, even a fucking wiki. I have the laptop resting on my forearm as I pull up a picture of Draco Torrent. His eyes filled with evil. He's holding a tiny, curly haired little girl. No more than three. He's not really a smiling dad. More like a proud father. His power exuding, but subdued by the baby in his arms at the same time. A hint of love behind the murderer. I flip the pictures. Torrent standing, dressed in black with a curly haired girl also dressed in black. She has to be about five or so. I zoom into the little girl. She's sad. I zoom out and click the link and read the article attached.

“Is there something wrong?” Draco turned from the desk where he’d been standing, reading a sheet of paper. He placed the paper and the cut crystal tumbler he’d held in his hand on the glossy wooden surface of the desk and crossed the distance between them, concern pulling his eyebrows into a frown. “No, I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you a while. That’s all.”

That was beyond cruel. There was no justification for it. Draco exhaled, shaking off the weight of our conversation. "Anyway, enough about Randy. It’s just unfortunate we’ll have to team up with him for this mess." I narrowed my eyes. "Team up with him? For what?" Draco leaned back, arms crossed, watching me carefully. "You saw those photos, right?" I nodded. The images were burned into my mind. The carnage. The blood. The undeniable message behind it.

Things were begining to fall into place and it won't be long before everything falls into his hands. Going to meet DRACO who had a doctor attending to him, he glanced at Draco who lay somewhat weak on the bed. The effect of the drugs were kicking in little by little. "How's he doing doc?" "He's fine for now. He simply had a high blood pressure which isn't good for his state. It can result from stress and overthinking so do take care of yourself" said the female doctor hanging the stereoscope around her neck placing her equipment back into her suitcase before bidding them goodbye.

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"