Draculaura Novels & Stories

Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas' side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death. Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

She chuckled, “Come on, I once fell seriously ill, and my mother called upon her for help.” “That's brilliant! When can we find her before Ruth starts the war?” I asked, hopeful for good news. “Yes,” Laura said, revealing a necklace that glowed a reddish hue. “This is how I summon her. Just like that, she appears.” We all stared at her in awe. Laura sighed. “Years ago, when I was about 80 years old, vampires sought revenge. They couldn’t take my father down, so they came for me instead. I nearly perished, but my father had a favor with the light witch.”

Pulling his father away, he walked closer to Hanna. “She’s Hanna Jones, one of the twin Lunas of the Autumn Pack and Logan’s Luna.” Jacob lifted her face by placing his index finger on her chin. “We can use her.”

Marcus asked. “I’m Laura Crusher. I want to see her. Is she here?” “Yes…” Marcus didn’t know her, but she had the same last name as Daniel—maybe another sister? Laura didn’t budge, clearly expecting someone to go fetch her, and Marcus was about to do just that when Deanna walked in, talking to the costume designer and holding some sheet music. Seeing Laura standing there surprised her, but she immediately put up her guard—if Laura was here, it couldn’t be for anything good.

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.

Lyra’s Pov I couldn’t believe both of them. I had a feeling she had a hand in the dress incident, and now she just confirmed it. Not to talk of how fast she switched up when she saw alpha Drax. She truly wants to be picked by all means. I stared at Alpha Drax wondering if truly he harbored great feelings for her, and if he will truly dispose of me if the curse doesn’t so she could raise my child. He’s not just mean, ruthless, scary, but also a manipulative, two faced man? What was I expecting?

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

She didn’t hear the door to the main chamber open. Victoria slipped inside on silent feet, auburn hair loose and glowing faintly in the blue firelight. She paused at the sound of water—soft splashes, the gentle lap against copper—and smiled to herself. The small necromantress was awake. Bathing. Vulnerable in a way that made Victoria’s undead heart—long still—give a single, impossible flutter.

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."