Clawdeen Draculaura Frankie Novels & Stories

Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas' side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death. Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

She yelled, feeling the pain shoot through her nose. "Somebody save me," Maris cried. Linda grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The chain around her wrists didn't give her the chance to forget her fist on Linda's face. "And you have a child. You're heartless." Linda chuckled darkly, before shoving Maris and asking her to move forward. Dracula crouched and Lucy got on his back. Linda crouched and motioned for Maris to get on. "No." Maris tried to act stubborn, but climbed the moment the vampires with pale skins showed her their fangs. Some were white and some, yellow.

She tried to untangle her feet from the thick roots, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her feet out of the roots. "Give it to me" the creature demanded angrily when Claire refused to indulge in small talk. Claire is not too stupid to tell that creature that she doesn't have the stone with her. The moment she reveals the truth, she will die in the hands of that creature. "I might have been fooled by you once, but I am not a fool. The moment I tell you about that stone, you will kill me" Claire pointed out. That creature screeched angrily and punched the female Lycan hard. Claire whimpered with pain. That creature punched near the ribs of the female Lycan, breaking a rib bone

She froze for a moment too long, and Claire lunged at her. With surprising ease, Claire caught the deer’s hind leg with one arm as she dashed forward. It kicked back, braying frantically, and contacted Claire’s brow. She felt the bone shatter underneath the force, but she did not scream. Instead, an animalistic growl roared from her throat, surprising her with its power. With a single twist of her wrist, she snapped the doe’s limb, not reacting to her horrifying scream. She tried to run, and for a single, sadistic moment, Claire stood back, allowing the doe to hobble a few paces before making her final attack. She launched into the air, high above the deer, and landed on her back. There was

Dracula continued, “…they will banish him completely from the pack.” Lucan’s jaw tightened. “They won’t.” “They will,” Dracula said calmly. “And if that happens…” He paused. “…he may turn into a rogue wolf.” Lucan looked back at Damien. Still trying to hold onto something that was already gone. “No,” Lucan said quie tly. “That won’t happen.” Dracula didn’t argue. But his eyes said everything. But far away, Alpha Rowan had already sent his valuable spy, Rhea, who heard everything about Alpha Damien’s secrets and had already prepared to expose one of the greatest and strongest Alphas in the entire districts

Rhea snorted, “like a crumb of cake on your face could stop you." Instead of replying, he reached for me, his thumb slowly wiped away the crumbs…probably cream from my face and immediately his hand touched me, my knees weakened and my eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. “Done." He said, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything…move, as the feeling of his hand remained on my skin. His eyes didn't leave mine either. I have to be the most confused girl in the history of Lycans. That moment was cut short when an annoying voice spoke up. “Don't you guys look cute? Was she the reason you left in a hurry two days ago?” Laura's voice asked and both Ryder's and my eyes jerked towards her with differe

have to stay in the house for some time," she added looking at Xandra who gave a nod."Now that Darby Rothschilds is a vampire and he was finding Xandra from a long time... What is the surety that he will not come for her?""He is just Darby Rothschilds. Just pray 'HE' won't come... Otherwise, it will be hard for us to save Alexandra.""He who?" Jess asked unaware as his eyebrows pulled together."He who hunts in the middle of the night...he is the one we should actually fear.""The news of Alexandra being a cure might be expanded... I have to take a round around..."_______________________Darby just pulled himself away from Laura who was a corpse, the blood had been drained from her body.She was

I gasped as if snapping to attention and running to throw myself at the wooden beam of the door before remembering that I had locked it and swinging the knob around. “Laura?” I called loudly again, whipping my head back and forth in horror when I saw the dark-haired woman clutching for her dear life at the sill of the open window. “Raya! Help me!” Laura let out a painful scream, and I could see that half her cheeks had been torn out, the stained brown fur matted on one side, healing much too slowly. I grabbed the fire poker that was stuck in the fireplace without thinking and dashed to the window, leaning over to come face-to-face with the large gargoyle shadowling that was dragging her and

"Girl, you will accompany me back to the festivities. I have a demand to make." The entire room was now abuzz, the presence of the Lycan King sending waves of shock through the pack. No one dared to oppose him. As the Lycan King extended his hand, I felt conflicted but compelled by an inexplicable connection. It was as if he held the answers to the questions that had tormented me for so long. Gathering my courage, I placed my hand in his.