Dracula Wife Hotel Transylvania Mga Nobela at Kwento

" And with the great hunt coming up in a , I need to find a solution to this. What's a lycan king without it's lycan?" She kept quiet for a while until finally she spoke."Get up." motioned to me before setting the teacup onto the kitchenette. She walked towards me and the moment she was just a couple of inches from me, she cupped both my cheeks in her hands and stared into my eyes. Slowly, I watched her white eyes give way to the fiery red ones I met earlier. All I can see is a hollow void and her voice filled my ears as she muttered an incoherent string of words. With each chant she recited,her eyes became hollow. The lights in the room and beyond began to flicker as the wind howled from

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

And right then, Darius's eyes had gone the same way … deep, burning amber-gold and then blazing up from the floor where I had him pinned. Werewolf. Vampire. Both of us exactly what we were, stripped of the performance. Neither of us moved. We stayed there, both breathing hard with our eyes locked…the room around us holding its breath.

"Read it. Out loud. So everyone can hear." The herald unrolled the parchment carefully and began. "By this agreement, made on the fifteenth day of the harvest moon, a bond of marriage is established between the House of the Lycan King and the House of Woods. The union shall be between Nolan, son of King Aldric, and Vivien, daughter of Alpha Jacob Woods. This bond is made in gratitude for services rendered and shall be honored when both parties come of age." The herald paused. "Signed by King Aldric of the Lycan throne and Alpha Jacob Woods of the Mountain Territory."

I had written off everything she felt as jealousy and nothing more. Because of the forbidden ritual, I had been locked in place—my entire awareness narrowed to that one toxic woman. I had been so convinced that nothing was wrong with Elena, that she was too afraid to ever truly leave. I had taken her love for granted, her endurance for granted. I had decided, with complete certainty, that she would always stay—that she should stay. In her medical file, the doctor had noted it clearly: vampire blood can trigger a half-blood fetus to draw life force from the mother. The risk of maternal death was nearly absolute.

I screamed, I groaned, I wept. Sydney slumped on the ground as tears rolled down her cheeks "Please stop.... Please stop, you are hurting him". Drakas grinned "Ohhh I've heard a lot about you Sydney the vampire princess but I can't help but wonder why out of all the supernatural males in this universe.....out of all the werewolves....out of all the Alphas, you had to pick this Monster" and he kicked me on my stomach. Hunter groaned and struggled to stand up "Stop it Drakas".

The only thought on his mind is the face of his golden haired queen, Justina Szilagyi Tepesh. “Today, you will fulfill your destiny and pay me in blood” his tone changes into a deep and dark one. “Your girlfriend will die last so she can bathe in fear and despair before I devour her,” Dracula says. His eyes catch the immortal that used to live in his dungeon. “Marcel Guillaume, you should have remained in that dungeon” he chuckles. “I will put a call through to the Lantern, let them know we have the boys. But man, this is sick. I didn’t know anything about a bloody ritual,”.

It was a need that I started to develop too. When everything was shown and all the excuses were used, he put on a movie. Hotel Transylvania was a funny choice. We laughed watching the animation vision of vampires and werewolves. And we even laughed harder when I told him that Boris was thinking of opening a hotel in Europe and that now I needed to look for witches and zombies for his staff.

Chorused Maris and Linda. "His wife before he was turned into a demon." Lucy explained, fuming at the image of Dracula kissing another woman. "Dracula wasn't a demon before?" Maris asked, heart beginning to skip beats at her new discoveries. "He was human just like you and I." She pointed at the three of them and Maris shook her head. "Linda is a vampire." Stated Maris. "What's that?" Lucy frowned. "A new demon." Linda answered and darted her gaze at Maris after silencing Lucy. "He made me his new follower and I had to always dress in a villain's coat whenever I wanted to meet up with him."

“Sick. My head is killing me.” Declan stepped into the room, sitting next to her on the bed. “Here--” he handed her a bottle of blood --“we are in Eros’s castle – there are no humans here, it’s just us.” “Who are us?” “Just our family. Eros and his descendants I guess we can say.” “Where are we?” Declan chuckled, “You are never gonna believe this. Transylvania.” Aster almost choked on the blood. “Seriously?” “Yeah. Close to the place where the first witch made the vampires.”