Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

"You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life." I've never seen a dragon before and the thought makes my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My head spins and my palms become sweaty with fear. My goosebumps rise to

he grunted as he pushed him back hard, making him slam against the wall, sighing in pain. Ardina closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see her father, who was hurt and weak like this..in spite of everything, he was her father. " Carlos, come with the guards, like Jack here." Talking inside he knows and Mars tells him that he is not her father.. and nothing can deceive a strong alpha like him. Its smell is almost non-existent with some other strange smells that in fact Mars could not recognize it is new! Also, if black magic is practiced on any werewolf, his eyes do not become like this and do not become completely changed..that is impossible

Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder. Those who don't know think it wants to eat Brawen, but in fact it is applying "medicine" to her. Dracula is an extremely rare purple-haired noble bat, partly because of its flight speed and sophistication, the rest is its saliva that can make very good medicine for wounds, especially wounds. caused by silver bullets. But now if she doesn't go, Julie will surely wake up. Thinking so, Brawen immediately took out another small bag from his pocket, Dracula understood, he slowly let his saliva flow into it, and then seriously stepped back and looked at Brawen without leaving his

Lucy said, looking at Dracula’s dark blue eyes that stare coldly. “‘Tis is I, Count Dracula. I was mesmerized by your lively nature by day, yet so enchantingly eerie and beautiful by night. Tell me, Lady Lucy Westenra, that you wish to be with me in the new life after this one, becoming one of my brides.” Dracula takes Lucy’s hand as he said the last sentence. “But you are a monster! There will be no good, no God’s light for a creature like you!” Lucy raised her voice while trying to release her hand from his.

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

“Little wolf, I thought I told you to stay in your room.” “The flames were—” The second form, much larger than Azrael’s, stepped from the shadows and into my line of sight. Deep in my heart I knew the mountain of a man, with skin and hair as pale as moonlight itself, was Draco. God of the Lycans. His eyes, both covered with a sheen that made them glow in the dark, almost like a canine’s, were trained on my face. The warning bells in my head screeched: “Danger, predator, get away fast!”

As the moon started to sink, the reality came back. “I heard my father talking,” I said, my voice turning grim. “He said the scouts have seen more vampire activity near the western pass. He thinks you are planning something.” Lyra’s face went still. “There was a meeting three nights ago. The war commanders. They think the wolves are getting ready to push into the Blackwood to claim the silver mines. My Sire said it is only a matter of time.” My blood ran cold. “The western pass… that leads to the mines.”

said the Direwolf as it paced and readied itself to launch at the unwilling. Scott shouted, “You know all about me, what about you?” Let me introduce myself, I am Draxus, Direwolf and general to the queen of the werewolves, and now you must die!” Draxus dove at an angle that never touched Ellie but still pushed her backward. he targeted her because she was the smallest, and Cerebus would be trouble in a fight, although he never did run away from one. Werewolves flowed with the dive, their bodies closing gaps, compressing the group.

“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.