Draculara Novels & Stories

Same thrum of power beneath my skin. “The Drakarae Clan,” she said. “Arcane dragons. They didn’t fight for territory like the others did. Preservation of magic. Seers, scholars, keepers of things better left forgotten. This symbol…” she trailed off, eyes on the illustration. “It’s one of their oldest. A pact rune. Their last-ditch attempt to keep a tether to other supernatural bloodlines once they knew they were going extinct.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “A pact with who?”

Drake re-buttoned his shirt, covering the scar and fifteen years of pain. "So I waited. And I watched him break your heart seventy-seven times," a raw agony finally cracking his composure. "Elara. No more." The castle doors swung open, and an elegant, silver-haired woman emerged. Her eyes were wise and kind, as if she could see right through you. "Mother," Drake said. "This is Elara." "I know who she is." Drake's mother, the old Luna of the Nightfall Pack, walked toward me and studied me closely. "Heir to the blood of the Moon Goddess. Welcome home, child."

We were silent for a time; the dead needed no words, only our witness. I reached out, brushing my fingers over Seraphine’s tomb. Dust dulled the golden crest carved into the lid, but beneath the grime was something etched deeper—a different language. Draven leaned in. “That’s not Everley runes.” “It’s Draconic,” I replied, my heart racing. The symbols were sharp and angular, so unlike the flowing script I knew. But I could read it—instinctively. “Say it with me,” I whispered, and Draven nodded.

Ashren asked, exchanging a look with Silas. "The thralls," Drax whispered. "They aren't just reanimated corpses. They are cultivated. Darius found the old books. The ones the First Alphas burned." He coughed, a wet, hacking sound that brought up black bile. Silas wiped it away with a grimace. "He is using the Void," Drax continued, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "He infects them. He hollows them out. And then he fills them with a hive mind. They don't eat meat, Elara. They eat magic."

Alpha’s Adrian POV The heavy beat of drums pulsed through the air, low and relentless, vibrating in my bones. I was no longer in the temple. Instead, I found myself lying on a cold stone table in a dim chamber thick with strange smells…bitter herbs, burning oils, and something metallic that clung to the back of my throat. Shelves lined the walls, crowded with bottles of dark liquids and dried plants I couldn’t name. A woman entered. Her clothing was little more than thin fabric wrapped tightly around her body, leaving most of her skin bare.

The next phrases made even Drake's hair at the back of his neck stand. "Fràmsi lācht àkranmān ún, Grüt ichwā shālāv àlún dús grèshmin stēua Krücht màrkus shulém ān desànn." And that Jucel went out of the dungeon with Drake following her, leaving the Illinora screaming. Jucel Greyn, a Saranian descent, just recited the prophecy in an ancient Demetrian language that no one knew.

Alexandra screams and jerks off almost immediately, she couldn't believe her eyes. Holding her chest she stares at the person in front on her. Anger visible in her eyes. "What the hell?" She asks looking Rapheal straight in the eye. Raphael doesn't appear happy, not sad, he just tries to put away the jug, which he emptied on Alexandra. Alexandra looks from Raphael down to the jug, then her bed. It was obvious he had emptied the jar on her.

WHEN LITTLE THINGS GO WRONG, DON'T IGNORE. BE WARNED! EVIL STARTS WITH THINGS SO SMALL, BUT AT THE END, YOUR LIFE WON'T BE YOURS. Adrianne "Adrianne... That's a very lovely name, my dear." Jason said, smiling at me in a creepy way I didn't like at all. We were having dinner at Jason's house and I was not happy about the words he whispered about my mom to make her blush. Boy, was she naïve.

Drake revealed, making Dale open and close his mouth like a fish in shock. "What?" he asked with utter confusion. Drake expected this reaction, so he is not so surprised. Mason, Dillon, and Cedric know this is supposed to happen at a certain point. So they didn't stop Drake. Instead, they silently stood behind him, supporting his decision. "I am a dragon Dale. Me and Mason, we are not humans like you guys are thinking. We are dragons. I came here for my mate. That is none other than your princess Nyra" Drake revealed.

Jenny nodded then felt immediate relief and hope at what her mother had said. "Thank you, Mama," was all she could say. ***** JASON sighed heavily as he stared at the tombstone of Ara's grave. “Ara, I know you and Daniel are happy now. I guess I did the right thing not to fight for what I feel for you back then. Because in the end, until the next life you two will still be together, and I am so happy for you guys,” the other side of Jason's mind as he quietly watched the flame of the white candle that he lit.