Draculaura Valentine Novels & Stories

she mumbled, then took a deep breath to calm her nerves before leaving the place. ***** In a dimly lit room, Drake, who had just ended the call, released smoke from his lips and nostrils, his eyes gazing out over the city from his floor-to-ceiling window. A smirk formed on his lips. “Time to get to work. Klaus will regret marrying that girl,” another thought struck his mind. It was his niece he saw at his mother's funeral. Valerie… she looked quite tough, and he wondered what she was up to. It turned out Valerie was a friend of Klaus's wife. “Two birds with one stone…” Drake scoffed, his smirk growing wider.

Gideon was sliding away, Lucas was hardly standing, and now Valeria—the most powerful vampire living—was volunteering to help? "What are your preferred tastes?" I enquired attentively. Valeria spoke gently, slow and deliberate. Sure, Elara. You knew beforehand. My chest got constricted. She asked for me. Lucas moved in front of me instinctively to cover me. Not occurring locally. Valeria raised his brow in wrinkles. You ought then to begin bidding farewell. She nodded at Gideon, whose second-hour breaths were getting less regular. I halted. I loved her. I did not believe her. Gideon, though, was close to death. Lucas grabbed my wrist more firmly. Elara stands for not numbers.

There wasn’t any time to lose. Sarah held her skirts and ran through the orchard outside Cynthia Castle to find Laura. Since the king’s wife died years ago, the position of luna had been vacant. Prince Basil married Laura to fill that role and help manage the kingdom while King Adolph led the war against the vampires. Many had been skeptical of Laura due to her origin, but Sarah had remained faithfully in her service since her appointment. In her opinion, marrying Laura was the only thing Prince Basil had ever done right.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

“He may be far more inclined to attend if he knows she is here.” The elder made no attempt to mince words on the matter. Valene was indeed, an interesting person to find yourself in the company of. That was well-known before she was bloodthirsty and inhuman. I could imagine that young Damian would find something intriguing about the girl. “Well, if the only reason that he’d come is to ogle and attempt to woo my daughter, your son should stay where he is.” Lucius found this amusing, of course. There was very little that the vampire did not find amusing.

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders. "That's not Christmas, you nitwit! That's Halloween! And nobody hunts anyone's soul!" "No, that's Christmas. Why then would he marry Draculaura?" Odette scoffed. I giggled, letting Neo do his own habit; slipping an apple-flavored bubblegum into my mouth. I sucked the juice of the gum off his fingers, unconsciously, by habit. "I don't know, maybe because Draculaura is a fictional character from your favorite cartoon, you know, Monster Bloody High! She's a teenager and her boyfriend is a werewolf!"

Aurora murmured, pulling her friend into a warm hug. Downstairs in the grand garden, the final touches were placed on baby Aurora’s celebration. Pale lavender and silver dominated the decor, the colors Bella had chosen to represent her daughter’s strength and purity. A large circular table stood near the center, adorned with an elegant cake shaped like a crescent moon wrapped in blooming vines. Nearby, a small stage had been built for the royal musicians to play soft lycan lullabies and children’s songs.

I snarled, landing a glancing blow that made him stagger. Marcus laughed through the strain, green and purple energy swirling faster around him. “Escape? Oh, Luna… I’m exactly where I need to be.” That’s when I saw her — Elder Valeria. She had appeared at the edge of the platform like a shadow given form, her robes billowing despite the lack of wind. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural violet light as she raised her twisted staff. Before Lucien could fully register the threat, dark vines of magic erupted from the ground and wrapped around his legs and arms, yanking him backward with brutal force.

she gestured toward me, “-the blood itself awakens.” Dozens of gazes turned to me, some reverent, others hungry, many afraid. “This,” Valentina declared, “is Dennise Dracula, the heir of Vladimir Dracula. The servant of the progenitor blood line. She carries the pure line unbroken, unsullied and she walks beneath the sun unburned. The new dawn belongs to her.” The nobles gasped, a wave of disbelief rippling through them. “She is one of you,” Valentina continued, “and yet beyond you. No poison weakens her. No silver wounds her. She is both day and night. Flesh of my promise, heart of my vengeance.”