Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

The slaughter had taken only seconds. Draco stood there, drenched in the blood of their pack members, with his hungry eyes blazing with savage delight. His bloodthirsty wolf aura flared… ancient and primal, completely dominant and ruthless. The remaining guards hesitated, and their growls slowly began to become whimpers as their bodies shrunk back instinctively in the presence of a more powerful werewolf. There was no mistaking that Draco was truly of Alpha blood, that was the only explanation for the insane physical strength that was overwhelming them.

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f

Hell, her reaction this morning wasn't even an overreaction if they ask him. However, her thirst for the truth will definitely put her to danger. It worries him that she might cross borders that are not meant for humans to step over. That's the main reason why hunters like him exist. They are the only ones who can move and poke their noses into human and vampire businesses. Her lights went out and he even saw her silhouette as she moved to the wall before the lights went off. That was his cue to go inside and walk upstairs. Mrs. Dawson is already waiting in front of her own unit.

The werewolves would greet Mildred from time to time as they passed alongside each other until she got to Alpha White's home. "Don't worry, you will be fine", Mildred turned and said to Silas reassuringly. Silas nodded his head in response. They both walked in and came face to face with Alpha White. *** Cobra ran as quickly as he legs could carry him back to Dracula's lair. There was a rat in their midst, a betrayal and Dracula had to know urgently. He ran into Dracula's court that was empty and then into the inner chamber of the court where Dracula stood, looking at a map of his territory and eyeing the territory of the werewolves.

It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up. The demons and the witches are said to be dawdling for their prey. Darby was being called by the witch. He reached to the terrace only to see a long table full of strange kind of things placed on it. "What are you doing?" he asked unaware. She didn't say a word but spread her arm in the sky, a big fat owl in black colour flew to sit on her arm. The owl ruffled his feathers and turned his back. His eyes were dark and soulful, not yellow like a serpent. While his face was a soft greyish black the tops of his wings a dark black.

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.