Clawdeen And Draculaura Novels & Stories

“Well, theory is all we’d have to go with because it would be unprecedented. It’d have to be a lycan that was turned within the lifetime of the one who is still a werewolf, and I’d assume it’d just be the were that sensed hints of it. The lycan, though? Who knows. Maybe the myth that the moon can guide them to their heart’s desire is true.” I glanced up to the sky, observing the phase of the moon. The full moon had just passed. But even then, that didn’t really matter. Blair was a witch, and the only true friend I had that I could be completely open with. I had met her in the very club I had just walked out of, and I stood not a chance of keeping any secrets from her due to her clairvoyance.

At the same time, Lucian Draven claimed Aurora from behind while Viktor and Marcus worshipped their mouths. The merged bloodlines clashed in a grand, dangerous symphony. The Draven contingent integrated with refined dominance. Cassandra’s own daughter knelt before young Giulia, licking her eagerly while Elias fucked the younger girl from behind. Other Draven relatives paired with Kane and Voss members, cocks and tongues claiming holes with precise, experienced hunger. The wet, rhythmic sounds of penetration — slick squelch, soft gasps turning into deep moans — filled the night. Milk flowed freely from Sophia’s breasts, smearing across Cassandra’s skin and dripping onto those beneath her with

I tried to pacify myself with the fact that Xianna is an evil mastermind so she was very careful and there's no way I could have guessed but deep down, I know that I'm partially to blame for my own downfall. If only I had tried a little harder to save my marriage, if only I had tried to talk to Keith about our deteriorating relationship, maybe he would have let something slip. If I had approached my parents for advice then maybe things would be different. If only I had been a little less trusting maybe my life wouldn't have to end so early. Just maybe….. "I don't know how you did it but the Lycan King was very infatuated with you." She suddenly said, causing me to stare at her in shock.

“I'm coming.” “No.” My reply came before he finished the thought. “If the pack sees you rushing here, questions will follow. We still have time to deal with this ourselves.” “Then tell me everything.” He demanded. I leaned closer to Elana once more, forcing myself to ignore the fear threatening to cloud my judgment. The scent had grown stronger and sharper and just enough for me to remember it's name. "...Deadclaw." Greyman's silence confirmed what I already feared. When he finally answered, his voice sounded older than I had ever heard it. “Are you certain?”

There was an eerie stillness in the air, a foreboding sense that something sinister lurked in the shadows. And then, as if summoned by the moon's luminous presence, a figure emerged from the darkness. Its eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and its fangs glistened with a predatory hunger. It was a werewolf, an adversary from a rival pack, and it wasted no time in launching its attack.

Setting the empty bowl aside, I turned to Elara, the questions burning in my eyes. "Elara," I began cautiously, my voice filled with a mixture of intrigue and concern, "what do you know about Swiftclaw? How much information have you gathered about him?" Elara's expression turned somber, her eyes momentarily clouded with a weighty silence. I sensed a hesitation in her response, as if she were choosing her words carefully. "Swiftclaw," she finally spoke, her voice tinged with caution, "is a name that carries great weight and darkness within the supernatural realm. He is a deadly werewolf with a formidable reputation. Many fear him, and with good reason."

I say, my voice sharper than it’s been all day. Calla stumbles into the room, hair messy, her eyes wild with fear. “We were riding—horses—like she wanted,” she stammers. “Then something… something big rushed us in the woods. A bear, I think. I ran. I—I couldn’t find her.” The room explodes with murmurs. Madeline immediately snaps her fingers. “Send search parties now. Take the hounds. Sweep the eastern woods.” And even though I want to do nothing but get up on my feet and go look for her, I have to wait to be out in my chair and rolled away.

Whoever is behind this is not just trying to destabilize werewolves, they are trying to erase them. Dad steps forward, he kneels by a deep gouge in the earth, and he studies the scorched edges. “It looks like the same claws,” he mutters. “The same burn pattern. The same strength behind the impact.” I swallow hard. “It must have been the same attackers.” He nods his head once. And I hate this, I hate feeling helpless, I hate not knowing where the next strike will land, I hate knowing Aria keeps ending up in the middle of this horror.

My gaze flickered to the painting behind them and I furrowed my brows, seeing it was a woman aㅡ “Astrid?” Lucas raised a brow and I snapped out of it, immediately clearing my throat as I placed my bag on the table and brought out the several papers. I spread them out with a focused look on my face while they all inched closer to look at what I had brought with me. “The camp we found today. It couldn't be a werewolf dwelling” “So what is it? Lycans?” Lucas asked, confused. Logan was staring at my papers with a gruff look on his face. “It's humans, isn't it?”

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot