Clawdeen Draculaura Frankie Novels & Stories

I clamped my mouth shut, the sobs catching in my throat, hiccuping, burning. ​The silence stretched, filled only by the hum of the engine. ​"I'm... I'm bleeding," I finally managed to say, the words weak. "I need... a healer. The gash on my back... it's deep. I think... I think the claw went deep." ​There was a long pause. I could picture him up front, his silver eyes on the road, probably annoyed I had spoken again. ​"You won't die," he said finally. His voice was flat. "Lycan-fated wounds knit faster. Even on a... thing... like you. Now, be quiet."

Thank-" However, the girl didn't get to finish her words. Everyone got horrified at the scene before them. So was the brunette. Her eyes came out of her orbits in shock as her parted lips spurted blood. Clair's left hand had shifted into a wolf's claw, piercing through the jugular of the brunette. Everyone got up in their places. The brunette's lifeless body soon fell to the ground. Claire shifted her claw back to her hand and slightly licked the blood off from the participant's locket that she got from the brunette's neck.

“I know they would do anything to get level in power with mountain werewolves.” “What is your deal? You mountain werewolves were the ones that chased us out of Hoia Baciu.” Lupa said. “I should kill you for what your forest werewolf brothers and sisters did to me but I don’t think mom will be happy with that.” Claud said. “So I’m going to let you go.” “Your mom sounds wise.” Lupa said. “Who’s she?” “Tara. Tara Wolf.” Claud said. “Do you know her?” “Yeah. I do.” Lupa said. “But if your mom is Tara. Then you must be Claud. Wait, didn’t you die? How did you come back this strong? I remember sparring with you when we were little and beating the hell out of you.”

Then the love is true and more real. I lie down against my pillows, about to take a nap, until I hear a ruckus in the courtyard. Lily is snarling in her werewolf form, and so is Lucas. It sounds like they are angry at someone, and my eyes widen when I hear Claudia laughing. “Guys, guys, take it easy! Freddy isn’t here to fight anyone.” Did Freddy come back here with Claudia? Did he save her? He must have done that. There is no other explanation.

Claude knows that Laura is just trying to ease the tension of her not being able to shift yesterday. “You are glowing more, maybe the moon goddess has something prepared for you m_” she continues and Laura kicks her leg under the table cutting her short. “Let’s get to business,” Laura said changing the topic and looking at Tiffany for help when she notices Claude’s eyes filling up with tears. “Crying doesn’t solve everything Claude so stop all this!” Tiffany used her Luna voice which made Claude wipe her tears and sit up straight on her chair. Claude was taken to the lab and after a series of werewolf tests, she finally came out after two hours.

Her eyes changed color from light blue to a striking golden green. The werewolf part of her had taken control, even though the transformation wasn't complete yet. With a surge of newfound strength, she broke free from the ropes effortlessly and pounced on Ella, knocking her to the ground. "Help me! Please stop! Please... Pleasessss!" Ella screamed, but Clara retaliated, clawing her neck deeply with her extended claws. She then lunged at Hendrick, sinking her teeth into his neck with force before flinging him against a tree. Gova attempted to flee, but Clara seized him, digging her claws into his stomach.

The sign of a Lycan King. He stalked toward me, the predator closing in on its prey. "Dr. Vale," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in my chest. I stood my ground, though every instinct in my body screamed Run. "You broke my window," I said, my voice steady. "That’s going on your bill." The Lycan smirked. It was a terrifying, beautiful expression. "You’re the Viper?" he asked, stopping inches from me. He smelled of gunpowder, rain, and sheer, overwhelming power.

She took slow strides over to Claire; picked up her staff, the source of all her power, and broke it in half. "You fool!" She cried. Jessie threw away the two halves, "get up." "What, you think you can fight me?" Claire smirked, looking down at Jessie. "I know I can. I am the daughter of the dragon Dracula, his pride and joy. The lotus flower." Claire got to her feet. "I suspected as much, but I don't care. You are nothing like your father or Vlad or Alucard. You are weak, you are nothing but a lowly vampire."

I have no idea. While I was talking to Leana, explaining what had happened, Drake had gone out hunting, bringing back a deer for her. While I’m used to werewolves killing forest creatures, I’m not used the violence that was shown in this carcass. The throat had been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound and nearly decapitating the poor creature.

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.