Draculara Novels & Stories

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

ARABELLA. My heart pounds in my chest, and my hands won’t stop shaking, tears filling the corners of my eyes as I continue to gape at the name across my screen. "Stop," I whisper to Dex before he drives out of his place without removing my eyes from the phone.

“Little wolf, I thought I told you to stay in your room.” “The flames were—” The second form, much larger than Azrael’s, stepped from the shadows and into my line of sight. Deep in my heart I knew the mountain of a man, with skin and hair as pale as moonlight itself, was Draco. God of the Lycans. His eyes, both covered with a sheen that made them glow in the dark, almost like a canine’s, were trained on my face. The warning bells in my head screeched: “Danger, predator, get away fast!”

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

"Tell me something!" Draco looked from Mitch to Anna, who was closer to him, and then he sighed, "There's news. And it's not looking good." "I am going to kill you." Mitch mindlinked his Beta. "She is the Luna," Draco mindlinked back. "And she's a doctor, she might know what to do." "Speak!" Anna snapped. "The illness is becoming more rampant, spreading all around many packs," Draco said. "Any mortality?" Draco shook his head. "Not that I've heard of. I think it's a slow killing one."

“Oh. Is it wild boar?” Drak smiled. He was rough around the edges with a goatee, but he looked handsome with his piercing blue eyes. “I’m Nora, the daughter of—” “Alec Webster. Everyone knows you around here, but no one is judging,” Drak said. “We may carry the same blood from our parents, but we can all choose a different path on our own.” “That’s true, Drak,” I agreed and smiled at him. “How long have you been at this pack?”

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

“And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His family’s bloodline is draconic royalty.” Lyra’s lips curled mischievously as she concluded, “And last but certainly not least, Lucien Virelith, the incubus. Darkly charming and playfully dangerous, he’s the one who leaned in close to you just now. He has a talent for getting under your skin, both literally and figuratively.” Seraphine blinked, her gaze darting between them in disbelief, as if they had just performed a scene from some twisted dark fantasy film. “You’re joking, right?”