Clawdeen Draculaura Frankie Novels & Stories

" Oh shoot it's 9:30. Luckily, Avenue Street is 30 minutes away from here." Lucas looked up at Claire. “I can't leave this girl here, her empty-heads friends are not here to take care of their empty-head friend" Lucas carried the still drunk Claire and put her in his car. He went back in to take her stuff including phone and bag. He drove off to the place Darren had described and left Claire in the car as he got down. “Her iris will begin to lose it's color very soon according to the history books. If she doesn't assume her true form as a Luna werewolf"

“Frank, after Alpha Darren was taken from him, he took refuge in the northern mountains, recruited other lone or exiled wolves, and formed a clan that works for vampires.” I can distinctly feel Darren’s fury growing behind me, and I turn around and see him take too quick breaths. Before he can do anything silly, I jump on Darren and hug him, but instead of calming down, he squeezes my shoulders, digging his nails into my flesh. I hold back the pain…I take his face in my hands, his eyes have turned a storm blue, and his fangs are lengthening. I do the only thing that comes to my mind and kisses him. I feel the grip getting stronger, but I’m not going to let go...then his hands move away from

Laura tried to speak, but her voice came out broken. “I… s-sorry… it… was… a… joke…” Tears streamed down her face. “I… won’t… do… it… again…" Celeste smiled coldly. “Oh, you won’t do it again.” Her claws tightened. “Because I’m about to end your life.” She raised her other paw, preparing to rip Laura’s heart out. Suddenly...Zack moved.

Melonie sent me a shocked glance, “You have the blood of a harlot in you… but I wouldn't blame you.” I grinned, “Forget him! My Arlo is even cuter.” “Hey Clara,” Alpha Vargus called, “Meet Dracula. He's the Alpha of a small pack in the woods. He was originally the alpha of us all, but when crazy things started happening and we needed to reunite with you all so we could fight together, he flew to the woods and made me the alpha. He's obsessed with privacy and he thinks he can fight anything on his own.” “Dracula, meet Clara, the lady I told you about and Melonie… the dragon wolf. Dracula is here for the wedding,” he added.

I stared at his retreating figure, my stomach twisting with disgust. I’d kill him. Just as I made to spring to my feet, Jack’s hand gripped my arm. I instinctively lashed out, my claws cutting across the skin of his jaw, but he didn’t flinch. “Frank’s body is magically enhanced,” he warned quietly. “Your claws won’t break – ” Before Jack could finish, Stephanie had already lunged, her claws aiming for Frank’s nape. Frank tilted his head as he heard her move but didn’t bother to dodge. Stephanie’s claws slashed at his neck, blood spilling from the wound. She grinned at her precision.

Growing up, I heard Lycans were three times faster than regular wolves with insane abilities but I never thought I would witness it firsthand. “You tell me,” He rumbled in a voice so deep that my insides trembled. He took a step closer but I was shaking too much to even more. Even when I tried to, my knees betrayed me. I couldn’t afford to trip into a drawn blade so I forced myself to stand still. “You just got here and you are already snooping around,” he continued. “What is more suspicious than that?” I shook my head rapidly, desperate to defend myself before things got out of hand. I raised Fiona’s credit card without thinking. His eyes darted briefly to it then back to me, unconvinced.

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

Vlad growled, spitting blood. Dracula smiled, baring his fangs. "I haven’t even started." He lunged with deadly speed, his claws long and razor-sharp. Vlad dodged, but one claw tore through his left shoulder down to the bone. The wound burned as if liquid silver were cutting through his flesh. Vlad grabbed Dracula by the throat and hurled him against the Skull Clan’s Cadillac. The car’s metal twisted completely. The skeleton on the roof went flying, its arms flailing.

She stretched, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off invisible constraints. *Beautiful,* Leon purred in our shared consciousness. *Perfect mate.* Sierra approached cautiously, her movements displaying a natural elegance that made Leon's breath catch. She circled us once, her amber eyes never leaving ours, before stepping closer. The scent of her - s'mores and forest rain, intensified in her Lycan form - made Leon's heart race. She tilted her head, exposing her neck in a gesture that was both submission and invitation.