Dracula's Daughter From Hotel Transylvania Novels & Stories

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

Final. “You’re not just anyone,” he continues. “You’re my daughter. The daughter of the Lycan King. Of the first hybrid. And like it or not, that makes you a target.” I look away, my jaw tight, fighting the way his words dig into my skin. I know what I am. I’ve always known what I am. And what I’m not. “I can’t keep letting you run around unsupervised,” he says. “So, by the end of today, you’ll be moving back into the family home.”

The bell Chime again startled Jade, She looked over to the door, a man and a lady came through. “Talon, Lena.” Darla greeted. Jade looked over to Darla. She motioned her head silently asking her to go to the back again. She sighed and did as she was told. She listened to the conversation. “So, who is she Darla?” the man asked. “Rachel's daughter, but don't let it get around okay,” Darla whispered. “You know he is going to find out about her?” Lena questioned. “Yes, but right now it’s not a good time to tell her.” Darla sighed. “She just lost her mother, and having found out her father is a vampire, don’t think it’s going to go too well.”

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

But I stopped, her, still watching father’s figure, “But what about father? We need to help him, mother.” My mother just smiled, feigning happiness but could see the sadness in her eyes. “We’ll meet him at the meeting place that we agreed on.” But then, as soon as we got to the lake, we were surrounded by a more rogue. And the elder, Druscilla. My mother hissed, protectively pushing me behind her. “So you diverted my husband’s attention to corner us here, how original, you bastard.” Druscilla, smirked at us, “Why correct, vampire.” His filthy gaze then trailed to me, “It’s not him that I want. It’s you and your little hybrid.”

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand. "Why are you even here, Dad?" I asked, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice. Lucifer took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it for a moment before answering. "Can't a father drop in on his beloved daughter without an ulterior motive?" "Not when that father is you," I retorted. "And especially not when you show up unannounced in the middle of... well, you know." Sebastian shifted uncomfortably beside me. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. It was almost amusing, seeing the normally composed vampire so flustered.

" He leaned in closer, hoping for some clarity from his daughter's response. "Mom is a witch, dad. She is in the same coven as Sabrina, and it was from her that I learned that it's the witches who killed the Lycan's a hundred years ago and made it look like it was us werewolves. Sabrina also confessed that months later, after the death of the Luycan's of the Guardians's, they received an anonymous letter from an anonymous person." She paused and looked at her dad to see if he was following.

At the Grande Pleasures hotel, where they were meeting with a group of businesspeople who were negotiating, for donations to their undertakings, so that they could close deals. A wealthy centuries-old vampire, who had red eyes and full lips, tall had her eye on her new partner's daughter, she was at a big party, there in that hotel where the rich and famous were using that moment, when a another associate began to entertain and distract the girl's father, who was no more than 17 years old, she was short, small and blond, virginal. The woman was probing, practically seducing her, this time, he was complimenting her.

Winston asked Valeria in a low tone. "I am Valeria Ambrosia, daughter of Caster Ambrosia, the second Dracula." Valeria answered the vampire master without looking into his eyes. Winston took a step closer towards Valeria. He pinched her chin lightly and guided her gaze towards his. "So, you are the sister of the great Queen Victoria?" Asked the vampire master in a curious tone.