Clawdeen Draculaura Frankie Novels & Stories

I watched in satisfaction as a red welt formed along with drips of blood where my claws had scratched him. But it wasn’t good enough. No punishment was good enough for the monster who did this to Lily. “Lydia, shift back. Lydia shift back,” I vaguely heard a woman’s voice commanding me as I struck a low in the pot belly of the drunken fool. He let out a scream that sang to the anger Drusilla felt. I dug my claws in his skin. One swipe. That was all it would take to gut the bastard. Blood pooled around my claws from the perfect holes they dug in his skin.

I muttered in shock. The caramel wolf tackled the rogue with a bone-jarring impact. They rolled across the forest floor, a tangled mess of fur and claws. Clifford, its movements swift and precise, dominated the fight. With a powerful swipe of its paw, it delivered a fatal blow to the rogue, sending the creature limp and still. Panting, the Lycan turned towards us, its gaze settling on me for a fleeting moment before it shifted to Nicholas. It let out a low growl, the sound a silent communication.

she said then Damon came in and interupted us "what in the world are you two talking about"? he asked " you know i was just commenting on her scaf' i said "ehmm..... vera and mauriel are doing the dishes maybe you should go help for me please" he told Clara " does it looks like i do dishes" she said turning her eyes away from him "look at me, now your going to go check if mauriel meds help in the kitchen" he said persuading her " am going to go check if mauriel needs help in the kitchen, excuse me" she said (Walks away) " you know you can't keep doing This to people, you can't keep doing this to her they are Humans, they aren't puppet that you use as a vessel when ever you like,you feed on t

Hunter accused her playfully. She frowned. "Just admit you are not that good" She reported kicking the horse by its side as we pick up the race, we were still riding in silence when Claire unexpectedly screamed before rolling off the horse. I looked down at her in shock as an arrow pierce her back, Hunter jumped down from the horse but before he could get to her, we were surrounded by a pack of rogue werewolves, Claire once told me about them and how one can easily fish them out with their awful smell.

Elena winked and wiggled her fingers at him before leaving. Drake glared and hit the wall, he groaned loudly. ★★★★★ "To be sincere, he is the only weird person I have ever seen. He is quite stupid. He is a Werewolf, Clara. He just can't believe he will be able to be with another she-wolf who is expected to find her mate any moment soon." Elena expressed her disappointment to Clara who was busy chewing a piece of gum she had found inside a sweet. "I think his hatred for me blinded his eyes and mind that he just couldn't think very well," Clara replied.

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.

Zezi turned around swiftly, her eyes meeting Laura's angry ones, and without a second thought, she gird her loins, tying the dress so she could comfortablly move in it. Laura's presence was never anything good and to face her, she must be at high alert. Laura scoffed. "Isn't it the werewolf?" She clicked her claw against the silver bracelet on her wrist. A silent threat. "It is, Vampire." She said with just as much disdain. "Here for that promised rematch?" "Don't start what you can't finish, werewolf. I can't promise to leave you alive." "You very well know that you must. Although I wished you didn't."

All I cared about was protecting her. Derek’s fist slammed into my jaw. I tasted blood. I hit him back twice as hard. He staggered but did not fall. We fought down the hallway, knocking over chairs and tables. He shifted partially, claws extending. I felt my own claws push through my fingers. Power surged through me, hotter than fire. We burst through the hospital doors and into the open pack grounds. Wolves gathered around us. Gasps filled the air. “Alpha Derek!” "What is going on?!"

I exclaimed, cutting the important talk. "Are you crazy or dumb?" She asked, giving that look of disbelief. "That's clara, not me." I defended. A little growl from behind me and I changed my words, "Which is definitely me. Clara is a sweetheart." I spoke through gritted teeth. Evelyn huffed in exaggeration, getting up. "You're crazy. Did you forget that the food is poisoned with having no contact with our werewolves?" Oh! "Oh!" My wolf spoke, simultaneously.

FREYA I woke up with a groan as I nursed my neck. My hand was on my neck, and I rubbed it gently. I couldn't believe that I was done with the heaps of books about those who had the same tattoo that Lucius had, and it turned out that they were lycanthropes. I had done a lot of research on the tattoo, and I strongly believe that he was a rare breed of them, which was said to have gone extinct two decades ago. I couldn't believe that he was one. I was excited and couldn't help but feel happy to deliver the news to him.