Dracula Monster High Novels & Stories

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

“As you may know, my team has lost many members attempting to annihilate the monster who resides in the castle atop this mountain. We have chased him from country to country, continent to continent, and now he has returned home to his castle in Wallachia. We hope that we can contain him with our sheer numbers and then find a way to finally put him out of his misery. “The name of our mark is Dracula, also known as Vlad the Impaler.” The crowd gasped collectively, but the expected whisper that often follows such a response did not occur, and she continued. “We know that he has returned from hell, and because of his time spent on the other side, his power has grown strong. He is full of tricks

“Come on, Julie. Time travel? Even in a school full of vampires and hybrids, that’s a stretch.” “For goodness’ sake, we’re in Paranormal High! You’re a vampire who turns into a bat and drinks blood. Scott breaths fire when he is having a bad day. Kaid turns in a giant wolf man. Literally everything here is governed by magic—and suddenly you believe in science?”

Elsa and Tara Kept staring at their back as they ran and suddenly stopped when they didn't see the monster. "What was that?" Tara asked breathing heartlessly. "I don't know... It looks like a...." Elsa said. "A gorilla , hairy and big." Tara was saying when they heard a heavy thud on the ceiling. "Run!" Elsa screamed and they took to their heels. The Lycan broke down from the ceiling and raised its head up. He roared and went after the girls. Tara was getting slow and weak and that was reducing Elsa's pace. Elsa suddenly stopped and held Tara back.

They were turning a bright, impossible blue. If Maya is the only person who can stop the monsters from changing, what will she have to give up to save the world?

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

More like three voices in one. Hera chuckles behind us. "There he is. The monster hidden under his fake civility." I can't breathe. I've never seen him look so terrifying. Hera sashays to her red car, and I panic. "Wait, what are you doing?! Take him with you!" I say, my voice shaky. "You should tame your monster first. He looks like he's about to riot," she responds, and I glance at Tyler's unmoving form. A small pool of blood is forming under him.

The witches’ chanting reached a crescendo and Arden screamed, his body finally giving up the fight and shifting completely. The thing that used to be Arden—opened its eyes they were completely white with no pupils at all. “Kill them,” Jonathan said, stepping back to give the monster room. “Start with the alpha.” Arden roared and the sound was loud enough to make Luca’s ears ring, and then he was charging straight at them. Luca had maybe two seconds to make a decision. He looked down at Lily in his arms, and then at the monster bearing down on them and then at Samuel’s wolves and Jonathan’s vampires closing in from all sides.

Dracula takes Lucy’s hand. Lucy was scared of this creature, for sure. But that doesn’t mean she would easily comply. “But you are a monster! There will be no good, no God’s light for a creature like you!” Lucy tried to raise her voice, brushing her fears away, while trying to release her hand from his.