Draculaura Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"Don't listen to her. Anyone can see that she knows nothing about popularity." What a problematic big head! "And you, you obviously know nothing about kindness." It just came out like that in front of everyone. Lucian looks at me with contempt. Draven seems weary. "Uh, the little thing's vexed." "Very well. Let's all calm down." Draven jumps in. "It's almost time. You should go and put on your coat." I say. Laura scowls. “Not yet.” Draven pushes away his still full cup of coffee and gets up.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

Beth said to her. Laura just smiled at the woman. "It's okay, Beth," she replied. "Is he in his room?" Laura asked, referring to Draco's whereabouts. The woman nodded in response. Laura left the laundry she was working on to go see Draco, and she didn't even change her clothes because they were wet from washing. She just made sure the part covering her chest wasn't wet. She'd change later when she finished the laundry. The important thing was that her bra wasn't visible through her clothes. She left the laundry room to go see him.

They both gave me a little bow. “May I introduce to you, queen Audrey and king George Chanler of the Northern kingdom,” I did not know for how long I stood there frozen in shock as I stared at my parents like they were aliens who had come to abduct me. My parents were lycans so this means that I was not a werewolf but a Lycan. I was not just a regular Lycan, I was a Lycan princess. My head went blank and I could not utter a word.

Aurelia flinched violently, her hand flying to her stomach. “Why?” I hissed. “Why would you do that?” Lara’s eyes lifted to me, glowing faint violet. A sign of Draco’s complete infiltration. “Because Draco needed someone to hold on to Aurelia. Someone bound by guilt and memories. Someone close.” She grinned, a sickening sight. “So he made me the last anchor.” The dungeon fell silent. Even the flames seemed to freeze. Aurelia’s breath hitched loudly. She stepped back, hand covering her mouth. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

Logan said, his tone slightly positive as he held Aurora. "You are sure about it, right?" Lance came forward again, his eyes trained on Aurora. "Beta...Beta Reiner is the Silent Reaper. He is the one who killed the Lunas. He killed our mother." Aurora looked down, guilt etched on her face. "Without a single doubt," she said without hesitation. "He is the one." Lance looked like he wanted to shake his head in disbelief and barf from the shock of the truth at the same time. Suddenly, he punched a nearby mirror, spooking everyone. The glass shattered, blood streaming from the gashes and cuts in Lance's knuckles.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”