Dracula's Darling Novels & Stories

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 felt a slight tingle with Queen Mary and perhaps for a moment I thought she was mine but never said anything so I left it at that. But the tingle was different with Scarlette, if she was a vampire it would have knocked me off my fucking feet, I have seen it happen with Dracular and he was known to be the strongest of all of us because he was sculpure first. So when Scarlette blirted out that she dreamed of me this morning, after that intoxicating cherry scent I got from her arousal, I knew it. There was no doubt.

He thought the woman really deserved the entire world and it was exactly what he would give for her. After the first two gifts, he was not too sure if the last gift could even compete with those, but when she opened the heavy box, she was delighted to see the collection of makeup before her. Of course, besides dwelling in the world of technology, she also studied about makeup since she loved them and she had heard of Scarlett Heart cosmetics before, she just never got a chance to try them out. He could have sworn he saw sparkles in her eyes as she took out the products one by one and opened them up. “These are absolutely gorgeous, I love them so much and the colors of the complexion products

The thought of Cynthia’s cold, parasitic touch binding her for eternity made her inner dark roar with a violent, possessive rage. "The Dracul line does not accept arrangements born of political desperation, Lady Bathory," Carmilla whispered, her crimson eyes flaring with a dangerous, ancient power that made the floating blue flames violently flicker. She stood up, intentionally stepping out of Cynthia’s space. "I am married to the vanguard. I have no need for a vanity match."

After she kissed Gretchen's cheek, Stella said, "Oh, baby. I'm so happy for you. I was so worried about what was happening over here." Seeing Damien and Daniel leaning against the stone wall waiting for their introductions, Gretchen sniffled back her tears and wiped her eyes. "Mommy, I want to introduce you to some people. Putting her arm around Stella's back she pulled her from Teddy and ushered her to the warlocks. "Daniel, this is my mother, Stella. Mom, this is Daniel Darke." Daniel took Stella's hand then kissed the back before letting her go. "Welcome to the Darke, Mrs. Mason."

The hot light from the morning sun woke me up, and for a moment, I wanted it all to be a dream. The hellhounds that tried to kill me, the strange world, and Luke Elderman, the cruel billionaire werewolf who had become my husband in less than a day. I forced myself to sit up slowly before I realized that this wasn’t my room, and the silk maxi dress I wore for the ball was gone. In its place clung a flimsy vintage nightdress that had the scent I recognized instantly.

Draven’s sharp warning slithered across the room. “I would if she just mind her own business,” Leila throwed back nonchantly. Someone needs to read their book again. “ Somebody needs to get laid down.” Jasper snickerd, nudging Draven’s leg,which earned few colourful warnings from our elder brother. With that the war of insults and sarcasm resumed, I picked out the new sketch book DRaven gave me and began transcribing the moment onto the paper and my memory. As the sun was setting we huddled in a car to get icecream. Observing my wonder over the wide varieties of ice creams, they all brought me different flavours and let me have all of them, occassionally Taylor grabbing few bites from me.

What I see stops me cold. Tyler is in the center of the lawn. He's partially shifted—his eyes glowing amber, fierce and predatory. Claws have extended from his fingertips, wickedly sharp, catching the sunlight. Fangs protrude past his lips. His shirt is torn, hanging in tatters from his shoulders, exposing the network of scars across his chest. Blood covers his hands, his forearms, his chest—so much blood it looks black in places. And at his feet, a man is dying.

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

"To come out on the witching hour alone and in the dark, just how much do you crave your death?" Dracul let out a sound too animalistic to be a growl and she stepped out from the shadows her look domineering and harsh radiating an equal amount of bloodlust as Dracul. "Calm your man Elena." Se says. "Before there's little left of him to fuck." I placed a hand on Dracul's chest giving him a small smile to let him know she was ok as she took a step and then another towards Gulliver's grandmother. "I would like to introduce you to Dracul the drag-" I began.