Draculaura Valentine Novels & Stories

She asked, more and more of this man was batting her out of the park now, she somehow couldn't fear him, not the way he respectfully spoke to her now. "No smell of ash on you...?" He asked. "I fell in love with him..." She said straight, maybe that would make him more to her side. He threw his head back laughing "Biggest mistake of your life lass! Vampires are darker than the night they are forced to stay in, I can tell you that, I am one after all" "He's your grandson" Vlad choked on is saliva and coughed "Excuse me!?" Tala smiled to him "Raymondias Vladimir Dracul, I have fallen in love with him"

The drawing has evolved in the short time she's been gone, taking on a haunting beauty that makes Lila's breath catch. "So," Lila says, settling onto a stool beside her friend, "are you going to tell me what really happened between you and the Alpha's son?" Dorothy's hand pauses over the paper. She considers deflection but finds herself suddenly weary of secrets. "I made him a Valentine," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "He tore it up without looking at it." Lila's eyes widen. "He did what?" "He didn't know what it was," Dorothy adds quickly, surprising herself with the defence. "He thought it was something else."

"Aurora, listen to me. This isn't... I don't know how she—" "Oh, please, Draven," Valerie interrupted smoothly, stretching her bare arms above her head with deliberate, cat-like grace. She let the fur blanket slip just enough to display her collarbone before pulling it back up. "Don't insult her intelligence. The girl may be an orphan, but she has eyes. You made your choice when the fever took over."

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

Tansy Paxton sat in the hospital waiting room, her hands wrapped around a cold cup of coffee, Wanda Patterson beside her, as they both awaited news on Laci Valentine. The leader of the Cauldron Coven forced herself to practice her breathing exercises, doing her best to remain calm and not blame herself for another member of her coven getting hurt. They had just buried the young witch, Rose Tillery; they did not need to mourn another one of their own.

Despite the uncomfortable feeling creeping up his spine, he remained calm. "Ladies and gentlemen," Valentine announced, standing at his place. His deep voice resonated through the room, commanding attention. "Thank you all for coming tonight. This gathering is a special one. We are here to celebrate a joyous occasion, one that warms my heart…my daughter’s return." The vampires around the table lifted their glasses in silent acknowledgment. Lorenzo furrowed his brow in confusion, glancing at Alexis before turning his attention back to Valentine. "And not Alexis’ return, of course," Valentine added with a sly smile. "We are here to celebrate the return my other daughter…Raelynn."

A bit of blood dripped onto Victoria’s gown. “Do your worst, false queen.” The disrespect sent Valentin back to a time long before he had been Headmaster of the Academy. When he had been a desperate and broken soldier, filled with grief and hate, fighting to survive. He reached for the scalpel. Victoria and Valentin had years of experience torturing vampires. They knew just the right ways to cut, to bring out pain and extend the inevitable. Their vampire captive should have given in long ago, but it was more stubborn, even in fear, than Valentin had given it credit for.

Following Julian’s scent, Lyra found the basement a few minutes later. It was a dank round room solely illuminated by candles. As soon as Lyra walked into the room, she was welcomed by the sound of clapping. Looking up, she saw Valeria standing on a raised altar in the middle of the room. She was the one clapping, a huge smirk on her lips. “We are all here,” Valeria said. “Perfect.” After having her plans thwarted so many times, Valeria had been scrambling to find a way to get rid of the Lycan King and the Luna Queen.

A large crowd was gathered around the area as I walked towards the center of it, where the auctioneer and a few others were. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I will be presenting to you our first item, the most exquisite beauty you will find tonight. She has fair white skin, silky blonde hair, and the bluest eyes. She’s tall, slender and graceful.” Declan grinned next to me as he held onto a microphone. “The rarest gem of all the gems in this stadium right now,” he announced to everyone. The lights were shining brightly upon me, and I felt like I couldn’t escape from them anymore.” May I present to you, Her Majesty, the Queen of Lycans, Lady Valeria!” he said proudly.

He stopped before them, his pale eyes—a colour like winter mist—sweeping over Luna with an assessment that felt less personal and more taxonomic. “Dr. Hartley,” he said. His voice was smooth, cultured, and carried the faint chill of a tomb. “A pleasure to witness your arrival. I am Lord Valerius.” He did not extend a hand. “Your work at Kronos has been… illuminating. As has your association with Mr. Blackwood.” His gaze flicked to Dante, acknowledging him as one would a dangerous, well-trained beast. “The whispers from the north spoke of a girl with silver in her veins and winter in her eyes. They did not do you justice. The Wolf stirs with more… precision than we anticipated.”