Dracula Owl Novels & Stories

But I liked the homo part though. Draco, this is the most well-known kind of vampires. They are extremely human in appearance apart from their retractable canine teeth in their upper jaws which are hardly noticeable. They have medium tolerance to sunlight. They often gain the blood through willing donors who worship them. Some of them take pleasure in feeding by force. This one got my attention. Could our parents be the Draco type of vampires?

The third floor was housed by the vamp caln and it was the only floor that was covered in pitch black darkness. By the time he reached the third floor there were more moans, screams of agony and pleasure had erupted throughout the floor but Alexander couldn't find himself to care in their business. In some rooms he could see that the vamp were mercilessly sexing with their human, sex slaves. He could see purple bruise in their body and several cuts, and wounds while their body was dripping with blood but the vamp senting it hungrily, increasing their lustful appetite further. The vamp clan Wolf's liked to engage in BDSM in all aspects as they craved for sent.

Dragons fly high in the sky, screeching. Magnus shifts into his wolf and lunges at a Minotaur that is about to strike Nina with an axe. Alec pulls Nina behind him and holds his hands out. I watch as black mist emits from his hands as he summons Grimghouls and Shadow reapers that crawl from the ground. The little orcs fight back against the minotaurs that have gained on them. A Deathworm opens its mouth, snatching a woman, whom I think might be a vampire and burrows into the ground once again.

She fell to her hands and knees, gasping, her violet eyes wide with a horror so deep it chilled my blood. Shadowalker was at her side instantly, his chair gone. “Cara. What’s wrong? What did you see?” Cara looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, her voice a ragged whisper. “Dracula… he’s on…” She never finished. There was a rush of air, a blur of movement too fast to follow, and a man stood in the center of the warehouse. He was tall, gaunt, dressed in an anachronistic black coat that flowed around him. His skin was pale as moonlight, his hair dark as a raven’s wing. His eyes were a deep, soul-sucking crimson. He held an air of ancient, terrible elegance.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

"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.

With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated. He was sealed, still conscious, inside a coffin, a cruel torture to inflict on anyone. Seven thousand years passed. The seal weakened, and Dracula was finally freed. All that time, being trapped but aware, had driven him mad. He discovered that by sharing his blood, he could create creatures like himself vampires. During this time, he met Luca Giovanni, Lorenzo's grandfather, an immortal werewolf. Luca had somehow killed Syrax, the dragon of fire, and taken his power for himself achieving immortality. How he did this remained a mystery even till this day.

He walked into the room, his boots crunching on the glass. Lucas groaned from the corner, trying to stand up. "Who... who are you?" The intruder didn't even look at Lucas. He lifted a heavy, booted foot and kicked Lucas in the chest, sending him crashing back into the drywall with a sickening crack. The man turned his gaze to me. His eyes were glowing. Not the yellow of a normal wolf. Not the blue of an Alpha. They were Red. The color of fresh blood. The sign of a Lycan King.

"You can't kill what's survived for five hundred years." "Everything can be killed," Marcus said quietly. "You just need to know how." Ivy looked up. "What do you know?" Marcus exchanged a glance with Dominic. "My family has... records. Histories of the old Alphas. Including Lucian Drăculești. He's not just a vampire-wolf hybrid. He's something else. Something darker." "Explain."

“Not clearly, not until recently. Last week, we saw it. Three of us. It was like nothing I’ve seen before. Taller than a wolf. Almost... twisted. Faster. Vicious. And its eyes...” He turns towards me then, and I see the memory flash behind his eyes. “Crimson,” he says. “Like fire in the dark.” I go still. Every part of me freezes around the words. His gaze sharpens. He must see the recognition in my face. “You’ve seen it too.” I don’t answer. Not yet. My thoughts are already racing, colliding with what I’ve seen, what I know, what I fear. Drake doesn’t press me. Instead, he leans back slightly, exhaling. “Our elders, after we described it, they think it might be a lycan.”