Wattpad Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

~ ~ Avery ~ ~ My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. The ceramic cup, cool against my fingertips, suddenly felt heavy, precarious. My eyes remained fixed on the silver plaque, the engraved words seeming to burn into my retina. Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department. The world tilted.

However, I know who did it, and I’ll never tell. Now, I’m sitting in a musty library in a large, gorgeous, Victorian style building listening to one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He seems to be around 6’6” tall, has dark hair that is styled to perfection, olive skin and dark brown eyes. His name is headmaster Draven Douglas, and he smells like wood moss and amber. I have hung on every single word he has said, and when he asked if there were any questions, I was the only one who raised my hand. I didn’t even know what I would ask when I did it.

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.

, she stuttered. Allerick looked her over, “I was with my father and a boy and a girl were spotted in Molvania…”, he trailed off and gauged her reaction, “Guess what they did there?”, he didn’t wait for her reply, “They went stealing, stealing books. The only book on the heart of magic” “Oh”

I rolled my eyes even though he can't see me. "You disappeared suddenly giving us no trace of yours and now you are asking me who remembers whom, huh?" I accused him of his negligence. Draco is Uncle John's third son and is a playboy too. He almost disappeared for two years saying he want to visit most of the countries. He didn't contact anyone until now. "Okay.... okay... I admit. The fault is all mines. I'm sorry. By the way, how is my niece?" He asked referring to Sweety.

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

Marcus calls out and a Raven-haired warrior steps forward, glowering in my direction. I can’t help but snicker at his name now that I have spent time in the human world. Did they name this asshat after the bad guy in one of the most popular books of the ages? A book that Adriana made me read and then sit through the movies. I wonder now if Draco is half-human, half-werewolf. Wouldn’t that be a kicker? Named after a pureblood, only to be a half-blood. His face grows red, but he says nothing.

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.

He towered over Gabriel, who himself was quite tall, at 6'4 inches, Draco's form was nearly as terrifying as his wolf was. He was tall and heavily muscled, with dyed grey hair that he kept in a bun on top of his head. Big, strong and very intimidating, but Draco could also be a big softie. Gabriel had seen him with his mate Leia. The way he doted on the woman, many would never see that side of him. "Any updates?" He asked and Draco shrugged. "The usual. We filed a case with the Werewolf Council. They said they take three days to reply but I think that's just them being annoying."

"Does this one have a name yet, I think it should be Trouble." The little drake pouts, his fists clenched at his sides. "Auntie means." "No," she bops his nose. "Baby naughty." He flaps his little black wings, his wavy hair hanging down enough to reveal the midnight black roots growing to replace his baby curls. As his red eyes glow, his fingertips spark with a shot of lightning. "Ah, I think he's met his match," Primus chuckles. "A little Star-Fire drake," he muses. "Blaze?"