Clawdeen X Draculaura Novels & Stories

Rhaedon rolled, shaking it off, but Draven seized the moment, lunging at him with renewed fury. Fangs sank into Rhaedon's neck, drawing a guttural snarl from the russet wolf. Claws raked his belly, opening shallow wounds. Rhaedon fought back, jaws clamping on Draven's leg, crunching bone, but the rogue held on, shaking his head to tear deeper.

It lunged the man far back against crumbled stones from the fallen thrones. Dracula trolled in, it was in the right time but Clancy was predictive. He saw as Dracula moved even before he made steps and landing before the Dhampir, Clancy weaved his claws by bending back a little before returning the favour with a drastic kick at the face which maneuvered Dracula flying to his left like a ball. BOOM!

Laura shouted as she was strangled fiercely from behind. She was trying her best to free him from her, but he was just too strong given that he was a werewolf. “Screw you, you have caused me too much pain and you should perish for that” Daciana raged out and flung herself up to get a grip of Laura who was being strangled and at the same time floating on air. But her effort rather failed as the frame she was standing on broke unaware, and she fell to the floor beneath.

"We are trying to create some decorations which will be hanged around the walls. And this is for the dragons families, I heard there is a party going on between two powerful dragon, that is the king Dracula's son or daughter, but I think it should be the daughter, the first son who is known to be invisible can't possibly get married." Clara said, taking up the stitches from Elena while seem clueless on how to sew a single thing. "Sharriah come join us, you can't just stand and do nothing." Mara said, throwing Sharriah a stitch which she quickly caught. Sharriah was stunned to see her self among high pure blooded wolves, stitching some linens with them. "Come over here." Mara said, staring at

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.

Laura was also peering at me curiously. "We met Dracula, the Lycan prince, at school. He came as our new history teacher." I told them, and the first question Laura asked was if he saw Ella. "This is supposed to be good news! He must have come for Ella! Why didn't he see her, yet? I am sure she wouldn't be alive now if it had happened!" Laura exclaimed, and Dad nodded, squinting his eyes at me. "Why didn't you do everything possible to make the Lycan meet Ella! We had been blowing that flute just to...."

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

I nodded, barely breathing. Drusilla, flipping another page, explained, “Werewolf and Lycan wounds heal fast. This dagger ensures the wound stays open long enough to gather the needed blood.” Dalton’s jaw tensed. “I don’t need it to stay open,” he muttered, and I knew exactly why. His wounds weren’t healing like they should anymore. Drusilla, unbothered by his resistance, merely said, “Yeah, well, I don’t have claws, and I’m not about to tear into you like an animal. So just do it.”

I was a hollowed out shell of my former self today, and I didn’t know if I’d ever get the part of me that I lost back. “Who gives this she-wolf away today?” The elder councilman leading the ceremony asks loudly. My mother and stepfather stand. “We do! Alpha and Luna Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack give our daughter, Violet Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack,” Alpha Dickovan says loudly as was the tradition.

“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.