Dracula Owl Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.”

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

Still coming down from the fight, Harley nodded her head as she was too breathless to speak. If he had wanted to kill her, there was no doubt that she would be dead already. Unless he was playing mind games with her. In complete disbelief, all she could do was stand completely still and stare at the monster that had just saved her life. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as found him even more dazzling the longer she stared. Though what caught her attention the most was his eyes. The jewel blue twinkled against the night sky, holding a warmth that she had never seen before in a vampire's eyes.

Veronica's POV: I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I watched in awe as Draco approached the suspended werewolf, his movements graceful and deliberate. He extended his hand towards the creature, palm outstretched, and a soft, ethereal light emitted from his fingertips. The werewolf writhed in its frozen state, unable to break free from the spell's hold. Draco's eyes remained locked onto the creature, his focus unyielding. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense power he wielded.

He turned around gave me a naughty look and ordered me to do the same. Before I even tried to remove my robe, he had already shifted into his wolf. Drako was really great! His fur was dark blue and he was huge. His gray eyes shone in the night. He came closer to me and licked my hand with his muzzle while I hesitantly stroked his head.

He knew Drew’s every move, every heartbeat. It was in the heart of the Whispering Grove that their paths converged. Drew, his silver fur glinting under the moon, stood vigilant. His amber eyes scanned the ancient trees, ever watchful. But the trap was set. Drake’s minions encircled him, their eyes devoid of mercy. And then, like a wraith, Drake emerged. His voice, cold as the grave, echoed through the grove. “Drew,” he hissed, “you thought you could protect your precious queen? But she is mine now—the queen of both lupines and vampires.”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,” Madchen stiffened in her chair, she felt Drago squeeze her hand. Looking up at him, she noticed a worried expression form on his face, or was it expectation? She really wasn’t sure what was about to happen. “Don’t tell me you are werewolves,” she tried to joke, but faltered when she realized no one thought her comment to be funny. “Not quite,” Marcu chimed in. Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun.

“Yeah...I know. It’s just me overthinking everything.” “Let’s go see how they’re–“ A bright shaft of light went up to the sky, from where Dracula stood. He was flung at their feet, a giant hole in his chest. “For the first time since I was created, I have never been forced to use my third orb, and you two just did.” He clapped his hands together. “But that’s as far as you go.” “Third orb: Gravity Collapse.”