Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with despair and hatred. In front of the gates, three powerful creatures stood out. To the right, a white Lycan with golden tips in his fur and eyes red as embers. At the center, a witch with flaming hair and shimmering purple eyes. To the left, a great Dracula, with prominent fangs and eyes as black as the night. On the ground, drawn in blood, mystical symbols formed a circle. At the center of that circle, a baby lay wrapped in a cloak adorned with enigmatic engravings. The little one cried in despair as a dagger hovered menacingly above him.

"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."

The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

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

“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.

For a couple of minutes, everything was quiet until there was a thunderous sound from the outside and a flash of strong lightning appeared in the sky, cutting and illuminating through the darkness and silence. The sound of deep rumbling started to grow inside and she know after that the initiation was complete. After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. Sabrina waited to watch in alert and in zero seconds, the new witches 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 lik

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