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

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

“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.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

They all knew whenever their alpha wolf doctor unleashed her punishment on her pups. "Oh~Malcove~" Natasha sang as she approached her son while smiling. Malcove jolted from hearing it and slowly turned around to meet her mother's meaningful smile. "Mommy...I...I can...e-explain..." Malcove started to quiver in fear as he stepped backward since Natasha kept advancing toward him. She grinned and the last thing that echoed through that night was the scream of a young hybrid pup. "Who would have the slightest thought that I, Morbius Draven that known as Ruthless Vampire found a Wolf Doctor which much more ruthless than I could be whenever it comes on punishing our children." Morbius thought whil

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.

I grunt, dragging myself toward it. And that's when I see it… an owl. A small, black and white owl, laying motionless near the serpent's carcass. Her feathers are ruffled, and she's breathing shallowly, like she had just run a thousand miles on her little wings. I remember seeing her before I lost consciousness except that it now looks like she's been through hell. Wait… don't tell me she killed… it? Wow! "Well," I murmur, staring at her. "You look worse than I do."

The night of the Copulation Ceremony arrived beneath a sky heavy with the light of the three moons. Kaelith led Lyra to the highest balcony of the Obsidian Tower where a magnificent creature awaited them. It was a Nightveil Drake — a sleek, winged beast with obsidian scales that shimmered with inner starlight and deep violet membranes on its wings. Its eyes glowed molten silver. The creature lowered its massive head only for Kaelith, rumbling deeply in recognition. But when Lyra approached, the drake surprised them both by gently nudging her hand with its warm snout, a low, affectionate purr vibrating through its chest.