Draculas Secret Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if I did. Drusilla moved with practiced ease, setting out her ritual tools with careful precision. She knelt near the base of the stone statue, her hands deftly pulling out an aged, leather-bound book from her bag. She flipped through its brittle, yellowed pages, muttering under her breath. “Okay,” she finally spoke, glancing up at us. “Both of you, stand right here.” She pointed at a spot directly in front of the statue. I swallowed and stepped forward, the chill of the underground chamber seeping into my skin. Dalton let out a quiet sigh but followed suit, his movements slow, deliberate.

As the light moved higher, Triana's heart was squeezed tight as she found that the owner of those feet was a man who looked like a skeleton wrapped in wrinkled skin. Bright brown eyes beamed at Triana. Those eyes seemed to shine in the darkness and were piercing as if they could read the thoughts of anyone they stared at. Swallowing again, Triana, with cold and trembling hands, opened a small leather pouch attached to her slim waist. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. "Mr... V-Vlador Lev Dracount?" The sleepy eyes blink slowly. Though his gaze was sharp, he seemed like a dying lion that had lost its teeth and claws to pounce on its prey.

Stevie said. “Hahaha, so this is the Keltes Mountain secret realm, the legendary starting point of Exasword's Draco Vein? If we destroy everything here, Exasword will be doomed. Men, attack!” one of the foreigners roared. Upon receiving their instructions, a group of mercenaries charged into the secret realm. “Everyone, repel the invaders!” Stevie shouted. Immediately, the people of the secret realm charged out. They had been guarding the Draco Vein precisely for this moment. Thus, when the powerful enemies appeared, everyone unleashed their full strength without hesitation.

Brooke then hurried down to the end of the hall to her room, closing the door behind her. Brooke had found herself staring at a file with Kahlan's name on it. Damon did indeed lie to her. Why keep it a secret? She wondered if she should open it and look at whatever was inside. She lay on her bed, sitting up on her elbows. She took a deep breath and opened it. It was yellow pages at first, all with Damon's messy handwriting. It was his notes. She could make out a few of the sentences, and began reading aloud.

Were his cold hearted threat before he walked away. ****** An hour later Marina, Gianna, Silvia, and Leonardo sat in the living room. It was a tensed atmosphere with Lorenzo standing with his back to them, looking at the burning fire in the fireplace. He had just finished telling them everything. He talked about the story of Vlad Dracula and why Michaelson had stolen the secret. The secret was a way to get back Dracula's missing power. But Lorenzo wasn't willing to tell them where the secret was.

He hoped the Generals were close to her hiding spot by now. "I thought you would have figured it out sooner than now", Dracula said. She was indeed clever just like he was. "I know to watch my back with you", the translucent image of the witch said. "But I am not scared of your Generals. If they ever find where I secretly am then they are as good as dead!", she said. She could easily dispose of them with her powers. Dracula looked at her with a frown. He knew she could easily defeat them that was why their plan was for their attack to be a secret, to catch her unawares when her guard was down but now that she was aware the Generals had lost the element of surprise.

Inside laid the skeleton, with the silver stake in its heart. "Finally! The master will rise again!" Jason yelled and yanked the stake from it, the skeleton shook, then remained still. "Rise, master Vladimir Dracul! And claim your world!" The skeleton sat up, then grabbed Jason by his collar bringing him in it sank its fangs into his neck. "No! Master I brought you a worthy sacrifice!" "You have brought me yourself, you have been fooled by this woman" The eery voice came from the drinking corpse "Only with the blood of a worthy sacrifice can the tomb be opened, it was never about the followers!"

He grabbed his keys from the hanger, stepping out the door without a care in the world. “You’re a pain in my arse.” She scowled in his direction to which he just laughed. “Deagan got us balcony tickets far away from theirs so we’ll just have to be careful when we’re entering and exiting the venue.” Aycin briefed them as they parked. “This is stupid.” Aria stated and they both just looked at her blankly, “please remind me why we’re hiding from them again?” Aycin cracked a smile when he saw hers, shaking his head, he led them into the crowd.

Fear gnawed at her sanity, the shadows in her room now alive with potential threats. Down the hall, Marcus pressed his ear to the wall, convinced he could hear movement. Daniel sat by the office window, watching the street, eyes darting to every passing shadow. Lena moved silently from room to room, checking locks, making notes, and yet her calmness only unnerved them more.

I smiled faintly— and saw her. Across the room. Lila Grant. She wore a pale champagne dress, delicate straps, a silk shawl draped over her shoulders. Soft curls. Barely-there makeup. One hand rested unconsciously on her lower abdomen. She stood beside one of Alexander’s cousins, posed as a harmless plus-one. Alexander’s eyes flicked to her. Just for a second. But the satisfaction there— the certainty— I saw it clearly. Then the Elder called for silence. It was time for the Don to speak.