Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Novels & Stories

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

Noel gasped following me behind, we got to the main hall and that was when we saw her, shockingly Draco was on his knees, She has succeded in killing all his gards, his legs and hands were bleeding. "You bloody betrayal, you think you can kill all my love ones and go Scott free, I am not called Freya for Nothing, put a respect to my name any time you see me,I am a devil and a real one, I am sending you to hell fire so you can cool your ass off there, you Moron"She yelled and shit him from his head till toes, tears dripped from his eyes and he fell flatly. I was about shooting him before she did but she is too fast.

"We are gathered here today to witness the trial of Jacob Malfoy, who was found guilty of treason. This trial will be conducted by Alpha King Dylan Callahan of Shadowfang pack." Dylan sat up further and pinned Jacob under his glare. He hated the fact that Jacob didn't show the slightest remorse. He hated people like that. "What is his offense?" He muttered. Alpha Rhett signaled to his beta, Kenzo. Kenzo stepped forward holding a parchment. He lifted it and began to read. "Jacob Malfoy, son of the late Kastro Malfoy and Sibby Malfoy, was caught in the act when he tried to poison Alpha Rhett Jackson with aconite."

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

She was all smiles and looked up happily as she stretched out her hands as though trying to reach out and catch the fairies and butterflies. I decided to swallow my pride and went back to speak with Gabriel. He was lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I went over and attempted to lighten the mood, I sat on his legs and told him if he didn’t move over and give me some space to sit, I was going to break them. He looked at me affectionately and smiled, then said to me, “My love, you do know that you are as light as a feather” and then I pretended to put my whole weight on him attempting to crush his legs. He laughed at my silliness and pulled me over to lie on to

I hit the ground hard, my vision blurring. "Get up," a voice from the crowd commanded. "Get up, half-blood!" I recognized Anastasia's voice, her ice-blue eyes gleaming from the stands. I pushed myself up. Temur charged again. This time, I was ready. I dropped low, swept his legs out from under him, and watched him crash to the ground. The crowd roared. "Not bad," Temur growled, regaining his footing. "But not good enough." He shifted. Not fully—only his hands. His fingers elongated into sharp claws, fur sprouting from his knuckles. He lunged at me, claws extended, aiming for my throat.

I couldn't control it, my body wanted to fight back against it. Leon Morbius was beautiful but his looks and aura of evil made him even scarier. If I didn't know better I'd say he was a devil sent here to bring destruction to the whole town. Aunt Portia immediately grabbed me roughly by the arm and flung me back behind her. “What do you think you're doing? Do you want to get us killed, you fool?!''She shouted angrily. She turned immediately to the king in front of us. “Pardon my niece your majesty for being so blunt.this idiot here doesn't know anything. Please forgive her” She spoke with a slight bow.

She was simply becoming. Spiro shifted near her. His dragon form was darker, elegant and powerful, with scales that caught blue-black light beneath the sun. Malcolm made a strangled sound. Charles took one step back, then another, then stopped pretending and hid partly behind Malcolm. Seraphina turned her golden head towards them. ‘They are very small,’ Seraphina observed loudly enough through the bond that I knew Nyra had let the thought reach me. I smiled. “Be kind.” ‘Why?’ Seraphina asked. Nyra’s amusement brushed mine through the bond.

Scott POV Everything was collapsing around us and Aldus stood at the center of it all, transformed into a monster, his body twisting with scales, claws, and horns like something ancient and forgotten by every race. Things looked bad. Really bad. But I wasn’t afraid. I stepped forward, flames curling around my fists—normal flames at first. But then something inside me snapped. The fear. The anger. The memories of everything this organization had done. And then the flames shifted. They darkened… deepened… twisted… until they burned a violent purple, hot enough to distort the air.

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.