Draculaura Novels & Stories

he said. The first person was Drucilla. A large photo appeared on the screens that our people could see but would also appear on the screens within the other groups. Goddess, she had the brightest smile I had ever seen before. “Drucilla Carver was sixteen years old and one of the top Junior Warriors in the Dark Moon pack. She loved to sing and dance. Her ultimate goal in life was to join the Supernatural Council’s Enforcers. What many people didn’t know was that she was a seer. She had confided in Alpha Kalen that she needed to be on that battlefield. This morning, Alpha Kalen found a letter that Drucilla had left for her to read right now.”

I had refused to eat while I was there for good reasons. “Thank you, umm I was curious as to when I would be able to leave? I need to get home and back to work.” I said. “Dr. Lewiston is on his way to see how you are. You are still a little pale, and your skin looks dull.” she said. “Umm I am not trying to be rude, but who are you?” I asked. “Oh, I am sorry, how rude of me. My name is Cora. I am the previous Luna of the pack. My son Ruari is the current alpha.” Cora told me.

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.

She’s haunted by what could’ve been—until the pale girl returns, whispering, “You didn’t kill her. You became her.” The necklace burns into her skin, unlocking a dormant power that frightens even Caelan.

I asked, gesturing to a veiled girl near the window. Julise’s grip tightened. "Lyra Vale. Don’t stare. Rumor says her mother was Fae, and her magic was bound after she burned down a village when she was twelve. Her parent sits on the council, no one knows which one, because they never show their face." Lyra’s gauzy veil fluttered as she turned, revealing eyes that glowed faintly gold in the shadows. "Thessalia Mire," Julise said, redirecting my attention to a honey-blonde girl charming one of the judges. "Ice magic runs in her bloodline. She’s playing the long game, watch her."

Then she reasoned “Werewolves don’t see anything In nudity.” Shiela bumped her shoulder.“Come-on don’t stare it’s rude.Take off your clothes and go bath.” “Okay” Laura pulled off her boots,then her shirt and baggy pants she was wearing. The sound of water stopped and Laura turned to see everyone looking at her with their mouth opened. She wondered why. Then she remembered the mark of ELARA. And the stupid thing decided to glow now. “Umm don’t worry you guys I don’t even know how it came.” She smiled weirdly. They went back to what they were doing.

They were whispering amongst themselves and I knew all too well that the rumors were starting to spread. “Bring her out!” Madame Helen commanded. “Let the pack see the traitor!” “Raziela has killed Alpha Marcus! He was found this morning, cold to the touch, his medicine bottle had been poisoned. Raziela was the last person to enter the Alpha’s room, her bracelet was found at his door, and this morning she was caught trying to escape with her child! Raziela has killed your Alpha!” Her voice rang out through the pack with such venom, I shrank from the force of it.

She walked up the steps of the dais and slid her arm through Lucas’s, then she leaned her head on his shoulder, smirking down at me. "Oh, Aria. Poor, naive, Aria. Don't be pathetic. Look at you." She gestured vaguely at my homemade dress, my scuffed shoes and my messy hair. "You’re eighteen today, and where is your wolf? You can’t shift. You can’t smell magic. You can’t even defend yourself. You aren't a Luna. You’re a defect." She then looked up at Lucas, batting her eyelashes. "A powerful Alpha like Lucas needs a real wolf to breed strong heirs. Not a charity case my father took in out of pity."

Clayton stated coldly. “No!” Laura screamed, kicking at the guards as they dragged her away. “Clayton! I’m perfect for you! I am your Luna!” As she was hauled through the hallway, Laura turned as pale as a ghost. She knew the punishment for using dark magic was execution. She needed to contact Milana. Milana had given her the potion, and now, she was Laura’s only hope of escaping death.

"The Lycans have been extinct for centuries. They are dust and legends." "Tell that to the photograph," Valerius replies, his voice shaking. "If this woman is real, Draven didn't just lock up a wolf. He caged the heir to an extinct throne. If June’s untethered shift gets out of control, she won't just tear up a dorm room. Her aura could level the entire campus." "If this woman was at the Spring Formal," I mutter, staring hard at the photo, "there is no way my father didn't know. He was on campus around that exact same time."