Draculas Secret Novels & Stories

Pietro spoke. The title echoed repeatedly inside Francesco's head. The great Lord Dracula. His heart pounded heavily inside his chest but before he could process the meaning of those words, another sound followed. BOOOOOOM! A massive hidden door slowly began to open as the wall split apart from the center whilst ancient mechanisms groaned as the entrance revealed itself. Then it happened and extremely blinding light exploded outward from within. The brightness was overwhelming that it swallowed the darkness of the corridor instantly. Francesco and Mr. Pietro both instinctively raised their arms as their eyes squinted painfully against the intense glow pouring from inside the room revealing t

Chapter4: The Battle of Shadows The stronghold of Marcus, the Dracula, the mysterious leader of the vampires, hidden deep within the treacherous Darkwood Forest, was a fortress unlike any other. Its walls were made from the bones of fallen enemies, and its halls echoed with the tortured screams of those who had dared to defy the vampire leader. Garon and Layla knew that storming the stronghold would be a suicide mission, but they had no choice. If they wanted to emerge victorious from the war, they had to strike at the heart of the enemy. With Athdal by their side they were certain to defeat him. But when they got there it was empty. Marcus realizing their plan to cut him off had decided to

And as usual whenever he was with Luisa, the truth voluntarily slipped out. That surely got Luisa to frown, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows furrowing as she twisted her body to face Marcus. "What? Where did she go?" He'd set himself up for that. Deciding he might as well come forward with the entire truth, Marcus leaned forward. "Okay, you can't tell anyone this, but there's a secret mansion the Lycan owns in Topeka. Worth millions and is older than Abraham Lincoln's ghost. Personally, I find it shady. So, when Belinda came digging around about the Sorcerer Clan, I told her to begin looking for clues there."

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

"If she came in person… it’s not good news." Moments later, the four of them were in the living room. Isolde waited in silence and sighed before finally speaking: "For centuries, I have kept a secret. But now it will be revealed. The Prince of Darkness knows… and he is coming." Vlad crossed his arms. "Dracula." Isolde nodded. "Vladislaus… the true name of the Prince of Darkness." Her gaze shifted to Elena. "He felt your awakening." Elena frowned. "Mine?"

Putting the paper in his pocket, he entered the cellar for some more drinks. At exactly 15;45 hours, Harry threw in the towel for the day. Whistling merrily, he set out for home on Dale avenue. Wait!, the redhead had asked him over to her car. Putting his hands into his pocket, he strolled over to the parking lot to see if she was just pulling his legs. As written in the note; he noted a cream and blue cadillac parked between two BMW convertibles. Without a word, he climbed in; for the door was open and Lu-Lu set the wheels rolling.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

"Hawk, this isn't funny." She knew the rhyme from when she was a kid. It was unsettling. "Hawk, if that's you. Stop it." Juliet demanded, stepping back toward the hallway. She needed to get to Lucas or alert him that something was happening. The screen flashed to grey static before it went black again, and the next line appeared. 'Three, Four... Better lock your doors.' "Hawk?" The name came out in a terrified whisper, but without waiting for an answer, she raced back down the hallway to the office.

"And worth the wait, right?" Rita rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. As the professor droned on about elemental theory, Derek nudged her. "You know, the real secrets aren’t in these lectures. They’re in the restricted section." "The what?" "The library’s hidden wing. Full of grimoires they don’t want students touching." His voice dropped. "I’ve got access. If you’re curious." Rita hesitated. Freda’s warning about male witches echoed in her mind—but the hunger in Derek’s eyes wasn’t predatory. It was excited. Like he wanted a partner in crime.

Elena and Ava looked at each other, then at their doctor, smiling with lust-drunk eyes. “Yes, Doctor,” they whispered together. Dr. Marcus Vale smiled. He had two beautiful, willing sluts under his roof… and he planned to ruin them both completely.