Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

Alex didn't answer my question, his hands went back to combing his hair unconsciously. "We call them Lycan. Apart from having violet irises, they can summon the power of the moon-" "Wait a minute, I don't understand-" "Just like you yesterday, Cara. The sky suddenly darkened, the thick fog, violet irises ... Cara, those are all characteristics of Lycan's power." Alex's words made me cover my mouth instantly. He looked at my shocked face then pulled the corners of his mouth down. "There's just one problem ... " Alex combed his hair again, this time with both hands. "The Lycans were extinct a hundred years ago."

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire.

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

Dracon smiled as he clasped his brothers hand in his “She is a feisty one….She took out Jacobi all by herself…he was one of my best…too bad..” He shrugged as he took a seat near the table. Anatoly sat down as well and looked at his brother “How did she do that?” Dracon smiled as he replied “She is a special wolf…there was a purple mist that forced him to shift and then ended his life…she is a white wolf with golden and purple spirals…they were glowing when she did that..and so were her eyes….but they are different…they glow gold purple and blue all at once…that is odd is it not?”

Dracula "Who are you?" Dracula stepped forward, pushing Lucy behind him to safety, his fangs slowly shooting out. "My name is Egon Ajax Kayden and I am a Triton, fill in leader of the sirens." He announced, flames burning in his eyes as he set his staff down. "You have what belongs to us!" Dracula scrunched up his face and glanced around him for anything he might have taken from the siren kingdom. He hadn't even been there before.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Melonie sent me a shocked glance, “You have the blood of a harlot in you… but I wouldn't blame you.” I grinned, “Forget him! My Arlo is even cuter.” “Hey Clara,” Alpha Vargus called, “Meet Dracula. He's the Alpha of a small pack in the woods. He was originally the alpha of us all, but when crazy things started happening and we needed to reunite with you all so we could fight together, he flew to the woods and made me the alpha. He's obsessed with privacy and he thinks he can fight anything on his own.” “Dracula, meet Clara, the lady I told you about and Melonie… the dragon wolf. Dracula is here for the wedding,” he added.

The dead bodies of the wolves and vampires on the ground began to wither and turn to dust as he sucked their remaining essence into himself. He looked at me, then at the broken Ezekiel. "I'm going to kill the hybrid wolf first," Dracula said, his voice returning to its calm, terrifying tone. "Then, Ariana... I'm going to cut that baby out of you and feed it to the crows." He took a step toward Ezekiel, a blade of pure darkness forming in his hand. We were too weak to move. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.