Draculaura And Clawd Novels & Stories

Christian lead me straight to the meeting hall, and every single member of the dragon clan could be found seated in the hall. I saw a non-familiar face, with the woman's eyes, I can finally see where Christian got his blue eyes from. "You must be Anastasia. It's a real pleasure to meet you, I have been waiting for this day all my life and now I can't believe I finally get to meet you. I know this whole dragon Magic thing must be new to you but just so you know I am rooting for you, and...." "Mum calm down and breathe." Christian cuts in, putting an end to his mother non-stop rambling.

"Don't do this, Silvia, you might not make it back!" James cried, his voice trembling with urgency. "But I could be right, Aurelius," Silvia responded, her tone resolute yet tender. "How can you be so sure? What if you're not? I don't want to lose you!" His voice cracked under the weight of his words. Silvia reached out, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart. Her touch was warm, grounding, but filled with an undercurrent of finality. "I'll be back... I promise. I love you."

Claudia replied. "What happened?" Ava asked curiously. "I am sure you know all about the Eternal Chaos. I was Lily's childhood friend and I joined her in creating the plant in that little getaway cabin in the forest." Claudia started to explain. "Wait a minute! Are you Claw?" Ryder asked. "Yes I am. Claw was her nickname for me, it was short for Claudia." Claudia replied. "So you knew that she had drugged Lavender?" Ryder asked. "Yes I was aware." "And you didn't say anything?"

He said looking at Laura, she nodded at him, her eyes filled with worry. "Remember the supposed rogue attack a few weeks ago?” "Yes.." victor said all eyes now on Marcus, who kept his eyes locked on Dana’s, wishing he could have mind linked her to make sure she was ok. "Well, it wasn't rogues. Dominik of the savage claw Pack had sent men to find Dana." Laura gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her face paled. That name alone made her stomach turn. "H-he knows we're alive?" She whispered, she had their deaths faked and hadn't even changed the girl's names or anything not wanting him or his father to learn of their existence. But Dana’s broken pack link , and now this... there was somethin

My eyes darkened with disapproval. “Loriah, you’re not seriously planning to go out like that? The back is far too daring.” “Nonsense, Draco. Hurry up, both of you—my date is here,” Claire said as she stepped out of the room, looking elegant in a gown with a bold high-slit. When she opened the door, Marcus stood there holding a gift. Claire linked her arms around his neck, giggling as he kissed her. What will Loriah say when she learns that Claire is a she-wolf too?

The same person who used to drink from the Royal gold cup is now the same person drinking water on the ground. "Claudia where are you? Your Laura is in such a critical condition and you don't want to help her, you are her wolf, she needs you now, she needs you to strengthen her, heal her and give her the strength to leave this place, please." Tracy pleaded. Laura opened her eyes. "Claudia can't hear you, she was in so many pains that she remains quiet, she can only return to me after the full moon celebration." Laura said. "Your own wolf leaving you when you are in need of her, that's not fair, not at all."

Laura was also peering at me curiously. "We met Dracula, the Lycan prince, at school. He came as our new history teacher." I told them, and the first question Laura asked was if he saw Ella. "This is supposed to be good news! He must have come for Ella! Why didn't he see her, yet? I am sure she wouldn't be alive now if it had happened!" Laura exclaimed, and Dad nodded, squinting his eyes at me. "Why didn't you do everything possible to make the Lycan meet Ella! We had been blowing that flute just to...."

Black furs spread all over and then— an earth-shattering howl tore through the air. And the next thing I knew, I was on top of her. Lauren. A howl tore from my chest— raw, primal, unrecognizable. My claws rose— And suddenly, the dungeon door exploded. Figures rushed in, pausing my action. My head snapped at the direction and I stiffened. A pair storm-grey eyes were staring right at me. Lucien… H-he came, but— too late now… He saw me, he saw Dravara…

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

I didn’t stop until I felt the bone crack and its limbs went still. Another rogue charged. I turned, faster than thought, and drove my claws into its chest. Blood sprayed across the floor. I threw it off and met the next. My mind was clear. My body alive. This wasn’t fury. This was purpose. Lucian’s wolf was fast and feral, his golden eyes blazing. He moved beside me, defending the left flank, shoulders brushing mine. Kael fought near the council, golden-furred, silent and savage—but my wolf barely acknowledged him.