Dracula #castlevania: Nocturne Novels & Stories

"Ah... go easy, my husband is calling." My cheeks flushed bright red as I grabbed the phone and accepted the video call. On the other end, my husband, Trevor Chambers, stared intently and began rattling off a list of instructions. He was completely unaware that just out of view, a young man's head was busy nuzzling between my thighs.

A stage actress who never had much luck in love is aiming for one of the leading roles in the biggest play of the year. Unknowingly, her way to the performance day will be much more complicated and dangerous, especially after her secret crush, Clayton Sommers, the campus heartthrob and also quite famous movie actor, suddenly meddles in it. As the performance gets nearer, the bigger problems unveil. The perfect guy she saw earlier wasn't as perfect as she thought it would be. But their performances, lives (and bodies) are already entwined.

The dead don't lie. At Nocturne Prep, everyone else does. Where Alpha heirs and supernatural elites sharpen their claws before ruling the world, accidents don't happen. So when Luna heiress Seraphina Vale plunges to her death, no one dares question it. Not at this school. Rae Vale spent her life hidden as an Alpha's omega bastard daughter. Now she's dragged from obscurity to replace her dead half-sister. Wearing Seraphina's crest, sleeping in her bed, drowning in vicious whispers. She's a fraud with a target on her back. To Professor Cassian Rhys, she is the reincarnation of his first love and his second-chance mate. To Luca Ashborne, the untamed Alpha prince with cruel games and an iron will, she’s a threat. To Kieran Duskmoor, the elusive bloodborn who wears apathy like armor, she’s pure fascination. These boys rule the academy. They want to unravel her or bury her. But Rae isn't here to play nice. Not when Seraphina's death was murder. Someone wants to finish what they started when Rae starts to get too close to the truth, and Rae refuses to be next. At Nocturne Prep, loyalty is rare, power is everything, and love might be the deadliest weapon of all.

“Fuck, Ada…”“Brad...oh, fuck... deeper... harder!” Ada’s shrill voice begged between breathy moans.The banging of the headboard against the wall intensified as Ann froze. No... it couldn’t be!Ann took a deep breath and nudged the door a little more. Her chest felt like it would explode as she held her breath whilst the crack widened.When it revealed her sister lying underneath her husband-to-be, her hands flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp of horror as her heart shattered instantly.As Brad roared his release inside her sister, Ada turned her head towards the door with a smirk.An icy chill descended over Ann as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her and she stood and stared, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief.Ada lifted her hand and waved in Ada’s direction with a smug smile plastered on her face as Brad collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck tenderly.Is there anything you can do if your mate had sex with your sister?

"Let’s get married as soon as possible," said my fiancee, Clementine Knaupper, out of nowhere during dinner. I froze with the spoon in hand. Over the last three years, I proposed to get married seven times, and she turned me down all seven times with all sorts of reasons. Then, she told me with a shifty look in her eyes, "I… I’m two months pregnant. The pregnancy is going to start showing soon." I set aside my spoon and stared intently at her. "You were on a business trip two months ago, weren’t you?" She gulped before stating in a troubled voice, "The baby… is my assistant, Stanley Brickley’s. I had too much to drink that night, and I thought it was you. "The doctor says if I get an abortion, it will be difficult for me to have children again. After we get married, we can announce my pregnancy. We can tell people it’s our baby. "Then, I will send Stanley and the baby away. They won’t come back after that." I looked at the woman I had loved for seven years, and for the first time, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. "Clementine, let’s call off our engagement."

Nocturne rules the underworld and is determined to never let a human live past their lifespan. One day he encounters Leo, a human who is supposed to die and is bold enough to offer himself to escape death. Nocturne accepts the bold offer and their love story begins. Soon it becomes clear that things are more complicated than they both realized and Nocturne has to chase down his love before he is lost forever.

What happens when Brooklyn falls in love with his brother's maid?.How would it end for Austin who despises girls, but his heart is captured by his maid.In between an alpha and his twin, Ariana is confused. Should she go for the cold alpha or his nice twin who vows to become alpha at all cost?. Ariana and Austin have to fight for their lives and love as Brooklyn seeks help from the most dreaded Demon, Dracula, to destroy his twin brother. Ariana is heartbroken when she discovers that her mother who was a demon had been killed by Austin's pack. Being weak and unable to use her powers, Ariana is devastated when she discovers that Austin has to either sarifice her or use the monk sword, which could cost his own life, to defeat Dracula. With Dracula bringing in more demons from the underground world, Austin is forced to use the monk's sword after Ariana eloped. Would she ever come back? Even if she does, would she have enough power to fight Dracula? Would she be able to fight Dracula even after seeing her mate being killed in her presence?.

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

The blood-infused elixir I crafted won the top honor at the Nocturne's Gala, but my adopted sister stole it and claimed the credit. She thought she'd won glory, not realizing it was a vampire betrothal contract to the Prince Kaelan—rumored to be impotent, barbaric, and monstrous. When the proposal arrived, my archmage fiancé, to "protect" her, hastily bound himself to her with a blood-mark and took her to his bed. She returned, the fresh mark on her neck a badge of triumph. "Sister, your man is mine now. You turn twenty-five in three days. If no one claims you, the Matchmaking Registry will toss you to some aging, wife-beating rogue mercenary..." She was wrong. I always had a choice. I walked to my parents, who were scrambling to clean up her mess, and declared calmly. "If she refuses to marry Kaelan Nocturne, then I will."

Nocturne Ville, as beautiful as the mystery city might be, has always been a magnet for supernaturals in an alternate America. Although neighbouring cities dismissed the bizarre happenings as fables, its citizens knew that there was more to the lovely metropolis than meets the eye, but they preferred to be oblivious to the reality. It was much simpler. There she was in the centre of it all. Desirée Doyle, who had the gentle and luminous aura of an empyrean creature, was divided between accepting the obvious reality and remaining convinced that everything was a myth. All she cared about was finishing college and escaping Nocturne Ville, which was the source of all her problems. Desirée was just interested in keeping her head down as usual, but the appearance of the intriguing André Baudelaire, a Vampire, appeared to be the solution to the hole she had always felt. Their encounter made Desirée rethink everything she had always believed, entangling them in a web of hot passion that André was determined to deny to the ends of the world, given his hatred for commitment as a result of his instability over decades. How can a quiet girl who has always felt incomplete manage the supernatural world? Will she accept the heat and commotion that comes with it, or will she flee to the hills?