Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I could tell he was in high alert ready to attack if any of them dared made a move. "The world is my home Little Wolf, even the air you breathe.," Dracula whispered, leaning forward. "But I am not here for small talk. Where is Ariana? Where is my bride?" I noticed Caroline was sweating now as a drop of sweat ran down her face. Dracula noticed too. He leaned toward her like a snake. I noticed Caroline was sweating now as a drop of sweat ran down her face. Dracula noticed too and he leaned toward her like a snake.

"An Omega Wolf with a crushed face and crushed bones can melt Vanguard's titanium steel? Impossible. Someone free him." "Exactly, Miss," Arthur pressed a button, and the screen zoomed in on a dark corner of the CCTV before the camera turned off. A glimpse of a small emblem in the form of a dragon coiled around a sword shines on the savior's robe. "This is not the work of the wolf clan. This is an extraction operation from the Ordo Draconis. A sect of human black magicians from the European continental block." Chloe leaned back, tapping lightly on the glass table.

Then, out of the thick mountain mists swirling above the western canyons, a silent, ghostly shape materialized. It was a magnificent white barn owl, her feathers so completely colorless they practically glowed against the dark stone of the fortress. She glided without making a single sound, her massive wings sweeping through the air with a chilling, effortless grace before she descended onto the heavy leather-braced forearm Maeve held out. As the owl settled, her head smoothly rotated, locking her gaze directly onto Rebecca. Her eyes were not the typical dark obsidian of her species; they were a piercing, luminous crystal-blue, gleaming with a terrifying, ancient intelligence that felt entir

Varek’s silver eyes burned, but even he saw the truth. “RETREAT!” The Dreadmaw melted into the shadows, their howls fading into the night. Fenrak was already gone. Kael spun, sprinting to Rhea’s side. Violet held her, whispering incantations, Rhea’s head cradled in her lap. She felt herself slipping, her vision darkening. The Draven wolves stood bloodied but unbowed, their victory howls echoing like thunder. But high above, in the darkness of the treeline, two glowing eyes watched. Not gold. Not silver.

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.

The sign of a Lycan King. He stalked toward me, the predator closing in on its prey. "Dr. Vale," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in my chest. I stood my ground, though every instinct in my body screamed Run. "You broke my window," I said, my voice steady. "That’s going on your bill." The Lycan smirked. It was a terrifying, beautiful expression. "You’re the Viper?" he asked, stopping inches from me. He smelled of gunpowder, rain, and sheer, overwhelming power.

Lirien murmurs, eyes distant, “he did.” The word did sits heavy in my chest. Before anyone can say more— A shadow sweeps across the table. Wind rushes through the hall, sharp and sudden, extinguishing several candles at once. Plates rattle. Someone curses. Then something lands on the table between the fruit bowl and Ezra’s coffee. An owl. It’s massive. Bigger than it should be, feathers ink-black and silver, eyes glowing faintly gold. It stares at us, unblinking. Every muscle in my body locks.