Draculara Novels & Stories

Draco is commonly known as the Dark Lord, but he’s actually the Higher Power of Evil. “Silas has a point. Paxton is the first hybrid amongst the supernatural creatures,” Draco commented. Lucia sighed. “So, where do we even begin searching for answers when it comes to him?” “I don’t think it would be wise to go asking the witches about it. We would have to hold our own investigation,” I suggested before there was smoke around us. We coughed until it cleared up to reveal a beautiful Caucasian woman with long black hair and green eyes. “Silas Keller?” she spoke up.

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

With Lira and Merida's help, we pushed the iron doors open, barging in. My breath stilled. The place looked like it came straight out of a horror movie with black-veiled women dancing around a pit of fire, men chanting weird languages before the dark moon beginning to redden, and creepy dolls hanging from the banisters. I looked ahead, my eyes searching for straight lines and silver eyes, and found him standing in the middle of one of those star-drawn circles bad people drew to worship. A few meter before him was the witch, Dracena Dreaden, in front of a huge crystal ball.

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.

she began, and for the first time, her voice trembled, “I felt everything we fought for crumble. I knew something bigger was at play something that had infected the council, the elders, even the packs we called allies. So I followed the trail. I dug through archives the Council had hidden, blood-soaked records, forbidden letters, traitor confessions. I spent years piecing together the web he’s spun, and Aurelia... it’s massive.” My stomach twisted. “You’re saying Draco is still pulling strings across the continent?” She nodded gravely. “Not just across the continent. Across nations. Across species. Markus Draco is no longer just a man. He’s an idea. A symbol. To the cults that worship him, h

His hand remained over my mouth, preventing me from speaking, and his eyes blazed with an unknown emotion. "Don't." He breathed, authority lacing his voice. "I do not permit you to reject me. I, Octavius Drakar, sovereign of Velmora, lord of the Dravenhold throne, and ruler of Dracomarra Palace, refuse Fiona Duskmoor's rejection and infinitely bind her to me by the forces of the heavens!" I was stunned, his words shaking me to the core as heat blazed between us. He left me frozen, pulling away from me, his hands falling to his sides as he kept his gaze locked on mine.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.