Draculas Secret Novels & Stories

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

"Secret son of the Dragon Lord. He never knew about my existence until recently. It's the reason why I couldn't contact you after you left the hotel. When I came out of the inner bedroom, you had already left. I wanted to find you but realized I was emitting strange powers. I didn't know what it was and I didn't want to scare you. I went to my late mother's cottage to meet her ghost but now she's gone forever. She told me about my father for the first time and told me to help him in a war between the Dragons and werewolves. A lot happened but even my father decided that my identity should remain a secret. You should tell no one." It all makes sense now. I thought I was just a whore to him. "

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

he added softly, “…knows more than he’s letting on.” The pieces were finally coming together. “Interesting,” Draven muttered. He stood up, returning the scrolls neatly to their shelves, as if he had never touched them. “Maybe I should pay Boorman a visit,” he said thoughtfully. Then his eyes flickered toward the far end of the library—toward a sealed door marked with ancient runes. “But first…” he whispered, his grin widening, “I need to see the Secret Archive myself.” With that, Draven turned and walked out of the library, his steps calm—but his mind already preparing for war.

Dark and loud. We used what she brought. we take the drugs she brought. Few hours later she started losing control, her movements slower, her laughter louder. But I wasn’t. Not fully. By the time we got home, the night had settled into silence. Clara was there watching us. I stepped out of the car, holding Sienna as she leaned heavily against me. “I don’t want to wake my grandfather,” I said as we walked in. “That’s why I brought her here.”

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

Blood remembers. You see, I am not making a vampire out of Dennise. I am revealing the one the centuries hid. Drăculești blood is like a bell beneath a lake; you can pretend you don’t hear it, but when a trained hand strikes the water, the sound climbs through your bones.

I could practically hear the words they weren’t saying and the secrets they held between each other and the ones they used to hold each other in check. "Where was this, exactly?” Magnus asked, his voice was careful. Controlled. "Shall we take a walk?” I asked. Magnus’s lips twitched. That was a no. Good. I didn’t know Magnus to actually be much of a fighter. His beta was much the same. “Twenty?” Tyler’s father asked. “You’re sure.” “At least.” “And this,” he gestured to the heads. “Is your proof.” I bared my teeth. “The two corpses, Ruth and her husband, my missing sister, and these heads, yes, but again, I’ll walk you through the forest if you want.”

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

He took a step back looking down at the woman he had spent more than 20 years with, believing she was the soul person intended for him, then looked to the mess that was now Ordia. Thalia stepped forward, she very obviously didn't want to speak, but now wasn't a time for what was wanted. "We need to get her somewhere secure. The iron will decompose quickly, if she's full strength we may not be able to stop her again." Dedrick turned his head to look at her over his shoulder "Do what you will." Was all he could manage, then he turned and walked slowly as if he were in a daze back to the house.