Draculara Novels & Stories

Gavrael snapped at me through our mind link, but I couldn’t move. Not because I was paralysed but because I wanted to confirm what I had seen the first time. Any information I can learn about these creatures was valuable. For instance, I now know that they drain blood from their victims. I wasn’t hallucinating the first time. I watched it happen again. The more the female drank, the more her rotting skin fell off to be replaced with normal, skin like a human. “What in the name of the goddess is that?” One of the females on the team Gavrael sent asked as she joined me.

‘’if I continue to live In your body Fenrir, we will perish together. ‘’what!’’ monster shouted. ‘’ what kind of stupid thinking is that? There is no way we will perish!’’ he shouted at Draca. ‘’you are just making things up For Fenrir to your biddings!’’ ‘’what do you know you foolish wolf? How many years have you lived to tell me things that I already know!’’ Draca shouted at him. ‘’I am not making a silly joke here. If I don’t consume the energy that Lorena has then we will all cease to exist.’’

Draco announced, her chilling gaze fixed on me once again. "Here... where?" I stammered, my body trembling with a desperate urge to escape and find comfort. "You are now the Bride of Alpha Lycan Netayam Hale! He is the Alpha of the Ravenwood Pack" "And under no circumstances should you ever dare to disrespect him! If you do, we will ensure you become nothing more than a mere slave!" Mrs. Draco revealed, her words causing me to freeze in shock and terror. The mere mention of Alpha Netayam sent a chilling wave crashing over me, invoking thoughts of death and despair.

Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas' side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death. Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

“So, I put my plan together. The Goddess Hecate even blessed me the night before I left. Then while I was gone, the Goddess Sol made a connective bridge between Angel and me so that she could help heal me and give me strength. Right before Nika sent up the flare, I was able to identify the supernatural since he met with the idiot, and I got to eavesdrop on their meeting with the use of astral projection. Draxthi is a Demacore, one of Douchey Loki’s creations. There’s already been thousands of deaths because of him, and millions will be lost if we can’t stop him and his army. He’s using a large number of sacrifices that act as a power boost for his army. His deal with the idiot is to provide

Using the last of my power, I push them through the exit. The tunnel falls. My fight ends. I fall. But my fall doesn't end. I do not hit the ground. I keep falling through darkness until I settle into a prison made of dark walls and blue light. "We call upon Queen Stella Daax Andromeda Majere," an elderly drakaina steps onto a platform before me, the blue light of its crystal base illuminating her thickly draped robes of iridescent glimmer. "It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Grace. I've been waiting 70 years."

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“You’ll finally get to meet him.” Rheal threw his arms in the air, his tiny laughter echoing through the hall. Suddenly, a harsh cough cut through the joy. Silence fell instantly as all eyes turned toward Drakora, who gripped the table with trembling arms, blood gushing from her nose and lips. Eyes widened. Panic gripped the room. “Vael'Shara! (The Flame-Born Mother!),” Sylra gasped, rushing forward to catch Drakora as she collapsed.

He snorted, “Obviously no. Draven? No, that’s yours. Dra- “Drakara.” His eyes lit up. “Yes. That’s it. Why do you ask?” Kael’s hands tightened around the moth-eaten scroll as he read it one more time just to be sure. DRAKARA—descendant of the dragon gods. The return of the dragon and a name marked in every prophecy of old. As usual, he was right again, and if he was sure of anything this time, he would say he fears magic might be involved. His head jerked up, handing over the scroll to his beta.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone