Novel & Cerita Audible Dracula Cast

Aaron said in the most menacing voice he could muster. The pounding footsteps drew closer, but he did not avert his eyes to see how close Van was. Staring into the black eyes, he watched as the face twisted into a grimace, and before he could even register what was happening, he found himself flying through the air. The last thing he saw was a blur of Van engaging Dracula in battle as his head cracked against the stone wall and he slid to the floor.

The title belonged to her family—always had, always would. Vuk’s voice echoed again, drawing every ear to him. “And now… the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Some of you have seen her. Some have only heard rumors. But today, I present to you the King’s chosen. Everyone, please acknowledge the presence of Manchor Aurora... soon to be Dracula.” A roar of applause erupted, loud and thunderous. Aurora took a deep breath, then stepped into the light.

I could hear them, circling, searching for us. "We need to move," Walter said, appearing with Willow. Both were bloodied. "Before they find us." We were lifting Erina when the shadows appeared. Not normal shadows. These were alive, writhing, spreading across the sand like ink in water. The enforcers roared—not in aggression, but in fear. They retreated, backing away from the darkness. And from those shadows stepped Dracula. He looked exactly as I remembered—tall, elegant, dressed in that crimson suit. His eyes swept over the carnage, then landed on us.

He added shouting under his breath but with a snap of lady Sif's finger, his mouth went zipped. "What was the plan?" Dracula asked attentively. Amelia looked at him and answered but before she could say a word, Scott lashed out like a released cougar. THOOM! Was the sharp sound heard as a fierce force struck Scott backward unconscious like a ragdoll. "I hate intrusions!" Dracula said turning back at them.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Vladimir nodded dutifully before the lot walked away. Drake muttered, "I think Lana did not knock him out. It was Erica". Xavier agreed, "Yes. I need to meet her". Drake said hesitantly, "I will...talk to her tomorrow then". Xavier nodded. However, as they were about to leave the castle, they heard a blood-curdling scream coming from the East wing. Leikos roared, Mate!

Zayn roared as he lunged, but the other twin, Jessica, blurred into motion, her nails elongating into black talons that whistled through the air, forcing Zayn back. "Stay focused, Alpha," Dracula mocked, his crimson eyes locked on mine. "You worry for her? You are too late. This room is full of thieves who have tasted what belongs to me." He tilted my head back, exposing my neck to the flickering candlelight. I saw Hailey watching us from the doorway, a sick, playful smile on her lips as she smoothed her blue dress. That bitch wasn't horrified by the blood instead she was turned on by the chaos.

The air felt charged with tension and horror, as if the entire forest was waiting for something dreadful to happen. Then the voices came. They did not come from one person. They did not come from seven separate figures either. They rose together, layered upon one another until they sounded like a single voice multiplied a hundred times over. The sound was deep, powerful, echoing in every direction at once. Their words slipped into my ears and rattled me down to my bones. “Melucia Draxler of the Drax Coven, now wearing the body of Annabelle, daughter of the Whitefang Pack. Hear us.”