Draculaura G1 Doll Novels & Stories

“Oh, so Rogan put this together. Kellina, he wants to see you, and having the Alpha here just means that he can see how things are running and they can get to know you. Getting to know you could be a break for us so when I go make the plea to get out, they may let us.” I tried to absorb what she was saying as Laura, my mother, was always considering my best interest, “Ok, so what do I do?” “Get in the shower and I’ll pick out your dress.” Laura picked out a satin half-sleeved blue dress that matched the color of our eyes. She then braided my white blonde hair into a beautiful curled looked that only showed half of how long my hair was in the end. She grabbed me some simple diamond earrings

“I did not ditch you, I had other things to do and the last thing that I know how to do as a Lycan king is stitch a torn designer dress, so you see it is not entirely my fault” Laura opened her mouth to speak, and just then a figure walks over dressed in red mini gown that was above her knee and exposing most part of her thighs. I could immediately feel Laura's heart beat raise and fall rapidly, it was an enemy she never expected to meet again. “Gwen! I am so glad that you could make it! ” A smile filled her face while I placed a kiss on her cheek. “You invited her?” Laura asked curiously with disbelief. “Yes of course I did! She was back in town and the daughter of a respectable elder in th

I started to square my shoulders and raise my chin, but they were already in place and for some reason, their interest unfazed me. I noticed they each had a certain color that enveloped their form. Auras. Chi. The aura of some were more like an outer layer of skin. While some had chi so vast, it took up the space of more than six people. People like my grandfather and Delphina. I observed the new development with mild interest. Drakkon... She rattled and stirred again in discomfort. I cocked my head, trying to listen. She growled again and i felt a tug in the right direction. I turned slightly and then, it hit me.

She murmured as she approached the bed, sat on it and began to unwrap the gifts. There were three boxes. All squared shaped with the same colour of wrapping papers but in different sizes. Laura decided to start with the biggest box which contained a pair of red heels. She smiled, she was a fan of heels; she could wear them all day. Her mom, Evelyn often begs her to take it easy on heels so she won’t break her ankle. But Laura was used to them already. Laura was about to place the heels back in the box when she saw a purse in it. It was a matching red purse for the heels.

Lucian asked. "Too many," Zephyr said. "I can feel them." Laura strapped on her crimson armor, the one Lucian gifted her before she got kidnapped. The silver plates gleamed in the moonlight. She felt strong. Powerful and ready. "This is it," she said. "The final battle." The door to their chamber exploded inward. Wood and stone flew everywhere. In the doorway stood a figure Laura barely recognized. Elise. But not the Elise from before. This creature was taller and darker. Her eyes were black voids. Her skin was pale as death. Shadow wolves flanked her on both sides.

Luna saw her roommate flip back her glossy raven and fuchsia hair and offered her a small smile of gratitude. "No problem!" Despite the shock Luna felt from the change of attitude from her arrogant roommate, Luna was shocked by the gratitude the other girl showed her. Meanwhile, the witch with brunette hair growled in the air, her gothic silver cross necklace with a purple jewel embedded in the center, glowed dark purple and summoned forth a small spooky-looking doll. "Hello, my precious~! I want you to go down there and smash those little insects into dust!" she ordered as the doll grew and turned into a five-foot-tall female-humanoid with silvery iron skin dressed in a maid costume.

It just doesn’t give me good memories… I hate people like him, I hate them… “You guys are finally here! Now it is time for us to start our first day of fighting! This is going to be so fun~” Drucilla appeared as well and I relaxed my hands that were in fists. I could feel something sticky on my palms but I just rub it on my trouser with an indifferent expression. Drucilla was wearing a crop top and a skirt that had tights under it. She had her hair in a ponytail as well but she topped it off with a big ribbon.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

If even I didn’t know who Laura was, then no one in this world would. Rina’s dress was indeed exquisite and beautiful. But after a closer look, I noticed it was a high-quality knockoff. The craftsmanship wasn’t quite up to par. The original design used moonstone, while this replica used diamonds instead. Most werewolves wouldn’t notice the difference—but I was a White Wolf. And the original designer. This gown had only ever been produced in two pieces by my studio. One had been purchased by the Hollywood star Anda, and the other had gone to the princess of Spain.

The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with despair and hatred. In front of the gates, three powerful creatures stood out. To the right, a white Lycan with golden tips in his fur and eyes red as embers. At the center, a witch with flaming hair and shimmering purple eyes. To the left, a great Dracula, with prominent fangs and eyes as black as the night. On the ground, drawn in blood, mystical symbols formed a circle. At the center of that circle, a baby lay wrapped in a cloak adorned with enigmatic engravings. The little one cried in despair as a dagger hovered menacingly above him.