Draculaura X Clawd Novels & Stories

"You can shut the fuck up." Ludovic plunged his claws deep into the back of Laura's neck from behind, shutting her off. Her arm loosened around iris' neck, as she struggled to free herself from her captor's grip. Iris crawled to a corner, coughing. Ludovic didn't give Laura the chance to recover from the sting of his claw. He kicked the inside of knee, bringing her down. With a clean snag, he decapitated her. Laura's headless body fell to the ground, as the clones pulverized into dust.

Ethan glared at the Alpha who had his arm wrapped around him tight. Dimitri watches an amused smile dance on Hughes's face for whatever he just did to Ethan. His eyes go to the person in the Luna's chair, and he sees confusion in his eyes as he stares at him. Dominic turns his head and sees the same confusion dancing across Dimitri's face as he stares at Claudius. "Dimitri, this is the Luna, Claudius. Claudius, this is my mate, Dimitri." "Wait, I thought that was the Luna," Dimitri said, looking between the Luna and Claudius.

she pleaded anxiously. I could only snicker as I watched her. “Oh, sweetheart, the only thing I will be biting is your delectable collarbone,” I sang excitedly. Drud purred at my words, and a whiff of inspiration hit him. He bumped his body into Laura, causing her to fall over him, but my wolf stood rigid and accommodated her frame perfectly. Laura was about to try and climb off, but Drud snarled like a demon, causing our mate to rethink her movements. "What the hell?" she gasped, then tried again to get off, but Drud barked at her. "Shit, okay!" she complained as she carefully straddled Drud's back.

Vlad growled, spitting blood. Dracula smiled, baring his fangs. "I haven’t even started." He lunged with deadly speed, his claws long and razor-sharp. Vlad dodged, but one claw tore through his left shoulder down to the bone. The wound burned as if liquid silver were cutting through his flesh. Vlad grabbed Dracula by the throat and hurled him against the Skull Clan’s Cadillac. The car’s metal twisted completely. The skeleton on the roof went flying, its arms flailing.

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."

"Over my dead body, Draco. You'll never claim me." Laura's eyes widened again as Draco brought his lips close to her ear. "I get everything I want, Laura," he whispered. "As I said, I am Draco Atlas Smith. Nothing is impossible for me. So, brace yourself. In the days to come, you'll be in my bed, screaming and begging for my name as I pleasure you."

Her hind leg dragged uselessly behind her. “You’re not Luna,” Laura growled, voice gurgling through the blood in her throat. “You’re just… a mistake.” I stepped forward slowly, the rage inside me cold now. Focused. “No,” I said through bared teeth, voice low, guttural. “I’m the one who survived.” I surged forward, dodged her limp swing, and slammed my claws into her side—lifting her off her feet. She crashed to the ground with a scream, writhing as blood gushed from the deep gouges in her ribs.

Without stopping he grabbed her again and smashed her head into his desk. Laura growled. "No one in Brighton should be stronger than you Laura, that's why I'm the only one who can do this." He heaved and smashed it into the desk again. Laura laughed, "I'm not scared of you. Imposter. Your Karma is here already." She gritted out. Douglas growled and his fingers extended into claws. He plunged them into Laura's throat and ripped it out. Blood from her throat splayed all over him and his study as her body quaked violently. Her eyes widened as life slowly drained out of her.

"That's what I’m here to find out. The guy claimed these Shadows are tied to someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. You know him?" Lucifer’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Vlad Darkclaw? Of course, I know him." His voice grew colder. "He’s dangerous. Ruthless in the underworld. And that's me" Aiden folded his arms, meeting Lucifer’s gaze. "Then you know this isn't a coincidence. If I want to get to the Shadows, it looks like I'll need your help." Lucifer stared at him, considering his words. After a long moment, he finally said, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aiden. But if you want to take this path... I’ll help you. For now."

My eyes darkened with disapproval. “Loriah, you’re not seriously planning to go out like that? The back is far too daring.” “Nonsense, Draco. Hurry up, both of you—my date is here,” Claire said as she stepped out of the room, looking elegant in a gown with a bold high-slit. When she opened the door, Marcus stood there holding a gift. Claire linked her arms around his neck, giggling as he kissed her. What will Loriah say when she learns that Claire is a she-wolf too?