Young Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

I caught my father as he fell, and my soul sunk into the pits of my stomach. He was gone already. The Queen was at my side in an instant, tears streaming down her face and her hands trembling. She stared first at my father, and then at me, and then up over my shoulder. I lifted my head and followed her gaze, meeting Edrick’s icy gaze as he stepped forward, unsheathing his sword. “The Lycans need a king, little half-brother,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “And it looks like it is just you and I now who are qualified. So…”

I wanted to refuse but I couldn't. We walked through the hallway together. “And that was from his 8th birthday, he was such a shy lad, look at him now, all ready to take down the world, just by himself “ She smiled to herself, she must have gone down memory lane. I stared at the portrait in front of me. The Lycan King had a few missing teeth, and one of his hands clung to the dress of his mother, his smile looked unsure but genuine. He looked handsome, maybe because it was in him. He looked a lot like his father who wore a proud grin on his face, the feeling when your heir was a year older I thought.

Laura sneered at me. “Mercy, it’s the game. You have to let it go—” John started, but I wasn’t listening to him. My eyes were on Laura who had this triumphant look in her eyes as she giggled. With a loud cry, I got up, aiming to lunge towards her evil grinning face. “You monster! I’ll kill you!”

He wheezed while itching to release himself from the silver and suck someone's blood to quench his thirst. Lyceon hummed, stepping back and nodding silently. Then suddenly He snarled at him and opened his mouth showing his sharp canines. He flashed his finger on his pointed canines and drew blood. “You seem hungry to me, bloodsucker! You want to taste?” The guy’s eyes flashed red as he greedily smelled the blood. Vin’s eyes widened and he got alarmed. He knew it might be a trap of the Dark lord. So he alerted his friend.

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.”

She told him. "No. I meant, it doesn't sound new to us again. Right, Emma?" Emma wasn't paying attention. "Emma?" He called her name in a louder way. "Yes. Yes." "Don't you think mummy's lullabies don't sound new to us any more." He repeated. "Yes. We've been listening to it for like three years now." Emily added. Three years?! What the fuck is going on? Luna Malfoy was shocked that she couldn't even explain what she just heard. Three years old kids… looking more like they are twelve.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

“Oh man, I walked on gum,” Nate complained as we walked into the History of Werewolfism. It was one of the more boring classes at Lycan University. It didn’t help that the teacher was really yawnsome. Nate was dragging his foot on the floor as I tried to find a free chair for us. Putting this class at the end of the day was almost cruel. My brain hurt. I found a place at the back, near the old bunsen burners–for whatever reason, likely fund cuts, this class was held in the science room.

He began to beg, “Please, sir, please forgive me. I won’t dare to have any more malicious thoughts towards Faye ever again. Please forgive me…” Everyone knew Lucius well, and their impression of him was that he was a cool and arrogant person with deep knowledge and exceptional skills. Plus, because of his high status within their circle, he would always be the one who bullied others, so when would they have ever possibly seen him beg others this way? However, Zayn was able to notice that Lucius’ pleas for mercy were fake and that his eyes were filled with strong hatred and dismay. Plus, Lucius still wanted to have his revenge, so Zayn would never go soft on people like him.