Novel & Cerita Was Draco Malfoy Evil

"Don't think I don't know you had a hand in this! You're here to get scolded willingly!" Evan took his time to respond. "If Casey didn't tamper with the materials, how would I ever catch his mistake?" Draco retorted, "It was you who tampered with his materials! I personally checked the materials he had purchased before. Could my eyes have deceived me?" Evan scoffed. "His failure to outsmart the trick shows how incompetent he is. If that's the case, does he deserve to be MK's VP?" "You jerk! He's your elder brother!" Draco exclaimed, grabbing a mug and throwing it at Evan.

She grinned darkly as if she was enjoying the whole show. Draco shifted back in seconds, bare chested, soaked in blood, and with his eyes burning with unrestrained hatred. He turned slowly toward the remaining elders. “Speak his name again,” he growled as his voice vibrated with deadly promise. “Speak Damon’s name in my presence again, and I will rip out your hearts with my teeth.” The elders immediately fell to their knees. “S…sire, we meant no disrespect…” “Guards,” Draco said coldly, ignoring the trembling voices and changing his mind about giving them a second chance. “Seize them.”

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

“What he’s planning. And how far his alliance with Markus Draco goes.” Korran’s smile was tired. “Draco isn’t just a man. That’s where you’re wrong, Silas. He’s an ideology. A god to the wolves who worship blood more than honor.” I said nothing. Just waited. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Roderick didn’t start out evil. None of us do. He was ambitious, yes, but not cruel. That came later. After Draco found him.” “You speak like you knew him,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

I don't remember seeing Raba nervous or stammer. " He , what Raba. Make yourself clear! " Draco was clearly loosing his cool. He was as much in the dark as I was. " Draco, the fierce Dragon Lord. Still as arrogant and naive as ever. Seems like you did not yet learn your lesson. " Even I shuddered as the words with which he was provoking Draco. Did he have a death wish. Draco was about to pounce on him when Lucian caught him from the back.

I felt a tear slide down my cheeks. It was so much more than a confession…so much more than I deserved. I had been blaming the wrong person right from the start. Draco was never responsible for my parent’s death. He was merely the son of the man who had been responsible for it. Draco had suffered just as much at the hands of the same man…he had to witness his own mother being shot to death right in front of his eyes. All of the things he had witnessed could’ve turned him into a heartless monster, just like his father. But Draco still choose to be human. He still choose to love and forgive and be the man that I fell in love with.

I blamed myself for her death because if I hadn't been pestering her about the story, she wouldn't have told me about it and she wouldn't have died. But then, the story made me realise how different both Draco and Ray were even though I had thought them to be similar in cruelty or even thought Ray was low-key worse. Draco sold his soul, his humanity and his genuine self to the Mafia in exchange for wealth, power and influence. As years went by, his whole self probably kept changing until there was no single point of redemption left in him.

“In fact, when I raised my spear, she offered the eggs so that I may spare her. Pathetic if you ask me.” David had a cold face but he didn’t like it. The enemy, the Draco, was an animal before it became sentient. Killing it should be painless but it has come to this. He saw the Draco’s body tighten with anger. More blood started to spill from its wounds. The Draco’s eyes tightened with murderous intent. Blue fire was building up in its mouth. David internally flinched as saw unbelievably hot fire build up in the Draco’s body. It was terrifying but it was his plan anyway.

"And Draco." "Draco knew," he said. "Draco has always known. It's part of what makes it.." he stopped. "It's easier to hate someone who is simply monstrous. It's harder when there's something human in it. That's what Valen does. He makes it hard." "Yes," I said.