Draculas Secret Novels & Stories

Holding on tight he leans in close to her ear and whispers; “I will not be taking you to this banquet or any other banquets. I will be taking my wife.” Crestfallen; Claire takes a step back, her eyes filling with tears. Once Drake lets go of her wrists; she attempts to slap him across his face. Drake catches her forearm before she was able to; “Get out!” he sneers through clenched teeth. Tears stream down Claire’s face; running out of the office. With Claire gone; Drake sits down at his desk; picking up his phone. “Now I can prepare Leona for what is to come” he says to himself; a playful smirk appearing on his face.

The one that was supposed to be the last resort…the one that was supposed to end this little game. Keeping secrets hadn't been an easy task…but this…this was that one secret that made me feel like I was suffocating. Bile rose to my throat yet again and I had to squash it down with sheer strength of will. This wasn’t going to be easy. And this could mean only one thing…whatever Draco was here to do, wasn’t just any short vacation that he wanted to spend with me while also talking to a supplier or two…this was something big. But what? A new deal? A brothel? More weapons from the black marker?

His hazel eyes glistened with mischief as they circled. “Dracul, If I wanted to talk, I would’ve stayed in New York.” Romero flexed the muscles in his shoulders, ready to release the tension roiling in his gut. It had been too long since he’d done this. Dracul shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe you should try that sometime instead of coming down here to give your best bud a black eye.” A loud ding rang and the cheers became even more deafening. Romero’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Sadiqah asked. “You are a business woman and your husband did wealthy, just tell him about me at your own peril.” Dhikrah threatened him. “It will surely affect my business … ehn Dhikrah! I will send you the money.” Sadiqah said and swallowed hard. “Okay, I will send you an account number, send it within twelve hours so that I can closed the account back.” Dhikrah explained. “Hmm, Okay.” She replied and the phone got disconnected. Ehn, what have gotten myself into…

I've only done it a few times! His face turned bright red, his body going limp. "Wait, I know a secret. Almost nobody knows about this!" At that, Aria eased up just a bit. "What secret?" Frederick gasped for air. "Promise you'll spare me and I'll tell you everything!" "You don't get to negotiate. Three. Two—" "I'll talk, I'll talk." Frederick was terrified now. "There's a draconic vein in Portfall with a sacred relic inside. The sect leader ordered me to search for it secretly.

Astrid ran quickly to find the origin of Draco's voice. Her steps sounded quite loud for a library, but she ignored them. Fortunately, the librarian was quite a distance from Astrid's current location, and there were no other visitors around. Astrid saw Draco's hand waving from a secret gap that was slowly closing between the bookshelves. She slipped in just as the door to the secret room closed. Click.

I saw the disgust on his face. "I thought his son died during the war that broke out??" Elisabeta cursed. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I watched her. "What else do you know about the lethal bloodsuckers??" Draco asked. I saw how happy he was knowing a lot about the lethal bloodsuckers. "I heard king. Vladimir was in San Francisco yesterday evening and that was on a very special matter that needed him physically in their secret house and that was why he dispatched dozens of his vampires to secure the perimeter."

I whispered, my voice trembling, “if you were here, you’d tell me to keep going. You’d tell me to fight. So I’ll do it. I’ll finish this, for our pups, for us, for the family we’ve built.” I picked up the journal again, my hands shaking, and carefully pricked my finger a second time, letting drops of my blood fall onto the cover. The inscriptions shimmered again, more vibrant than before. I began deciphering Draco’s secrets, his origins, his dark experiments, the anchors holding his power together, and the final mysteries I needed to uncover. As I worked, a soft chime in my mind-link startled me. Aurelia… Silas’s voice, calm and steady, cut through my panic.

Drake, standing tall and resolute, addressed the council with a voice that carried the weight of dire revelation. "My lords and ladies, I bring unsettling news. Silas is entwined in a bond—a mating bond—with none other than the Lycan, Chastity." A collective gasp swept through the chamber, and the elders exchanged incredulous glances. The revelation sent shockwaves through the council, challenging the very foundations of their beliefs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and Lycans.

Pellethia held the scroll and read aloud, “Only the creatures willing to go through any lengths to protect those who need protection most shall inherit the Forest of Oderem.” At the end of it was a signature that vampires had only ever seen in museums - the signature of Count Dracula. Greg’s eyes went back to the ceiling before the pessimistic part of him spoke, “I wonder how the inhabitants planted it there.” A shade of suspicion entered Pellethia’s eyes of wonder as she turned to Greg and asked, “You really think those who hid here put this there, Your Grace?”