Quidditch Draco Novels & Stories

Augur said. “It would certainly help in this instance” Markus said, everyone near nodding in agreement, except Deacon, Minet and Justin, who looked at each other for a second. “If I may, would this solution not work on the young prince? He is fused with a dragon, making him highly resistant to such solutions” Deacon said, walking forwards again. “For once you are correct” Markus said, scratching his chin, Augur also stopped abruptly, they obviously had not factored this into their scheme.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

Her gaze shifted to a large lion being held by Nigel. “D-Draco, i-is that—” “You choose, Luna,” Draco said coldly, eyes fixed on the cage. “Should the lion start with her leg… or her arm?”

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

Draco is very stubborn and whenever he is out, it takes a miracle for him to not to kill anyone. Suddenly, Chloe teared up ever so slowly, our movement seemed to have been stopped by space and time.

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.”

Patrick cursed and with that, he varnished like a light fragment and materialized just behind Lucas, sending him off with the kick he didn't get to land on him earlier? “Ahh,” Draco groaned as he was sent flying and tumbling in a circle on the floor. While tumbling, he saw a glimpse of some minors aiming to come at him. They were the ones that stopped their attack after a high-ranking gel had joined the fight, but after seeing Draco was being flung they decided to chip in. “Ice wolf.” Draco shouted, and countless wolves plummeted out of his body, blazing white as snow. All the wolves shielded him and began to attack the minors who wanted to join in the fight.

But no matter how I tried to ignore it I knew I would have to face it sooner or later. Draco had extreme dark energy he couldn't control sometimes, mostly because he wasn't around those who had similar powers as him. If otherwise, he would surely be able to control his powers well. There was a time Draco grabbed a plate of noddles to eat and they turned into black snakes instead, there was also time he also shook his friend arm and froze it. Ever since then, he lost Daniel, his best friend. He also did other things I wasn't aware of because he always roamed about on his own and Leader Atrix found out about it, it seems.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.