Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

“Dracula pays his respect to the Allfather, Odin – King of Asgard,” Dracula bowed slightly in relief when he confirmed the one inside the light pillar was indeed Odin. The man was wearing a long, black robe that concealed everything – from his golden armor to his brilliant yellow hair – but his golden eye and the ravens upon his shoulders. The staff within Odin’s hand contained so much power that Dracula shook from being in such close proximity with it, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the Allfather.

She pivoted, sending her owl forward with talons extended as the witch reappeared at the exact spot she’d anticipated. The owl’s cry pierced the air as it struck, its beak elongating and driving deep into the mayor’s throat. It resembled a feral predator, more a vulture than an owl, in the savage way it pressed the attack. A guttural sound escaped the vampire witch, but even as blood trickled down her chest, she refused to surrender. The mayor’s fingers twitched. The fountain water quivered, and the surrounding hedge walls rustled, ready to obey her command again.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

He was panting heavily and eventually collapsed onto his hands as he grew weaker. The owl swooped towards Draven again and continued its onslaught. Blood started to splatter as Draven’s deeply cut wounds accumulated. It was a massive owl. The deity growled as he tried to get the vicious animal away from him with his magic, but it was no use. The little bit he used on Alinta weakened him greatly; Draven only had his physical strength to rely on. He quickly transformed into his wolf form and snapped at the majestic bird as he jumped off the bed. The owl expertly dodged his teeth and protectively landed in front of Alina with his large wings open. It puffed at the large wolf while showing his b

The Draco even included the needs of its lesser kin. It saw a multitude of creatures, ranging from the small three-tailed dogs, a delicacy for the Draco, to the large and powerful cratins, a creature that almost reached the superspecies category. It continued to look around. It didn’t care for the many creatures it could devour. It only wanted to find David and Elizabeth. Then it saw movement. The Draco turned its eyes towards a part of the forest near the river. The movement was expertly hidden but the Draco’s soul and powerful senses knew there was movement within it.

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.

Seraphina mused. “What are your familiars?” Seraphina asked. “I know Achilles is a snow leopard and of course no one can forget the Great Puma,” Seraphina said with a wink. “My familiar is a lioness” Ethena said. “And mine is a wolf,” Aurelia spoke up. “I am a Lynx,” answered Drusilla. “And I am a fox,” Antoinette proudly stated. “Can you guess what my familiar is?” asked Credence, visibly excited. “Well,” Seraphina pondered, “Aurelia mentioned yesterday that we went for a fly, so I am assuming maybe a Falcon?” Seraphina answered him. “Oooooh close sister but, my familiar is an eagle.” Credence answered, beaming at Seraphina. “It is strange isn’t it, I don’t think I ever would’ve guessed all

Vlad was furious. "You have always been a coward, Dracula. You should face someone your equal." Dracula wiped an imaginary drop of blood from his hand. "Equal?" He laughed cruelly. "You are not my equal, boy. You’re just a thief who dared to sink his fangs where he shouldn’t. And for that… I will make you watch as I correct the mistake." He raised his hand again, the ruby pulsing. More wolves emerged from the darkness, larger and more ferocious than the previous ones. He noticed Vlad’s concern for his companion.

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.