Slytherin Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

"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."

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

Kai selected Lyra from Ironhold, a quiet girl I barely knew. Then it was Nyla's turn, and I watched my best friend's face look around in panic as she realized she had no real connections with anyone left. Finally, she said, "Sable from Blackclaw." The guy she'd sat with quietly at dinner last night. They hadn't spoken much, but Nyla was being practical. Better someone neutral than someone potentially hostile. And then, they all turned their eyes to me. I took a deep breath, knowing my choice would shock everyone, and I said clearly, "Darius from Firstfell."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

I sub consciously encircled my one arm around Draco neck and other on his waist and squeezed myself more into him, his warm body was comforting but not for long because very next second my body turned freezing cold when Sorcerer Ken flying head marched in my direction with his blood dripping open mouth and monstrous veins tentacles… I feared for my and Draco life and shut my eyes closed and turned to Draco….. I hugged him for my dear life and waited for impact but that never happened, in fact what I heard was loud ‘THUD’ just behind me…. followed by a monstrous growl…….. ‘AAAAAAAAGggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………………………………………….’ this growl was so loud that it pierced my ears