Dr Evil Hug Gif Novels & Stories

One glance at Draven told me he was as tense as I felt, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. "Pause it there." he said, his voice low but commanding. Alex, sitting at the computer, froze the footage, “What is it?" Draven leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing as he pointed to the screen. "That guy’s hand. Look." I followed his gaze. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then I spotted it—a tattoo curling around the man’s wrist like a serpent. It was intricate, almost ritualistic in design.

Hilda squealed ,she had a baby on her arms . "Dracula " Victor said glaring at our father and he chuckled " wow what happened to father huh Vic . c'mon come give daddy a hug"he said " what he hell are you doing here Dracula " I growled and he rest of he vampires close gasped shocked to see the legendary Dracula in front of them . "whose baby is that " Colin ask his mother who grin wickedly. "oh you mean my grandson , oh where are my manners . meet my grandson Derek "father said

Stronger than Harris had ever smelled when Atticus was in human form. When Harris looked up above Draven, he could see smoke rising from his body and smiled. "You're so beautiful and so amazing!" Harris said before looking into Draven's eye again. Harris never knew a beast like Draven could make such an adorable noise, but he did. His chest vibrated as a lighter sound that sounded like a deep chirp was heard as the beast nuzzled Harris. Harris looked over his shoulder, back at the others who were standing there looking at Draven in awe…All except one person.

Dravena, laughing in my head so hard she sounded like she’d fallen off her throne. “This is hilarious,” she cackled. “He really wants head pats. Oh, Lilith, just give the poor wolf a pat before he actually kills your friends.” She wasn't joking. Because judging by the murderous glare Dervic was throwing at Theila and Lora, something told me he was absolutely serious. “Now,” Dervic hissed, his aura surging forth, ready to burst and crush both Theila and Lora where they knelt. “Prepare to die—”

​“Good god...” ​“And you,” he turned to look at the guy I was going to hook up with, and I didn’t have to look at Draven to know that he was glaring at him now, “I’ll give you three seconds to run before I rip your heart out!” he spat, and I watched the guy's eyes widen in fear before he scrammed away.

"And if he ever steps through the gates again, you won't only end up in the same condition, but you also won't have a job to return to. Am I understood?" " Yes sir," they said as they scrambled immediately, two of them moving to haul Rowan up from the floor while the others cleared the path to the exit. I watched them drag him out then turned around. I knew he was going to wake up soon, healing quite fast was common among our kind after all. Draven had Elara cradled against his chest as he moved towards the elevator with a scary look on his face that made everyone make way. I rarely saw that look n his face. Draven joked about everything. He deflected with humour and sarcasm and that relentl

No, Adrian couldn't die before I broke the bond between us! I didn't have time to think. I looked at Draven and pleaded, "Please, Draven. What do I have to do for you to spare Adrian?" Draven's expression shifted, and his pupils turned into golden slits. Fur began covering his face, and his body suddenly grew several times larger. A surge of instinctive fear hit me, and I involuntarily hunched over. In a low, threatening growl, he said, "Suck it." I looked up and saw his erect penis, which was now monstrous-looking and several times larger than usual.

I've already died once, nothing to lose or gain. An evil laughter erupted from his throat, his expression looked like a demon let out from hell. Black blood vessels appeared on his neck as he laughed, it then spread towards his arms, his eyes partially changed to black, with black claws coming out of his finger tips. Devin’s hold on my neck tightened. Surprisingly, I didn't struggle, I closed my eyes as I choked, waiting for death.

He could tolerate the baseless accusations against his character, but what he absolutely would not accept was them defiling that specific photograph. "Did they really have to use this picture?" he asked through grit teeth, his voice a low, terrifying growl. When he slowly opened his eyes, the sclera of his eyes had flushed into a mixture of red and white. Han swallowed hard, stepping back slightly at the sight. That exact state was an old demon Dravyn had kept buried deep beneath his skin for years, and now, the fools at Vale Corp were dragging it back to the surface.

And just twenty yards away, near the narrow opening of the northern pass, stood Draven himself, his dark brown wolf form shifting slowly back into his human shape. He stood there wrapped in a heavy fur cloak, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred as he looked past Gabriel, his yellow eyes landing directly on me, and the woman riding right beside me. "Vivian," Draven spat, his voice rough and laced with a thick, heavy venom. "You miserable, traitorous bitch.”