Draculaura X Clawd Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest. "Papa!" I screamed, my voice breaking. I tried to push forward, but someone's large hands grabbed my shoulders hard, holding me back. "Murderer!" someone in the crowd shouted viciously. "Kill him! He deserves to die!" "He took our future Alpha from us!" Alpha Darius stood over Papa like a mountain of pure rage, his eyes blazing bright gold with his wolf's fury. "Confess, Kieran. Confess what you did to my son! Tell everyone here the truth!"

The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu! Pale, handsome, thick eyebrows, wearing black pants and black top dress. And Sir's lips looked like he’s wearing cherry lipstick, because of the excessive redness. "King! Queen! What was Delia’s sin, and seems like you’re abusing her? Was it true that you’re throwing my child on a cliff? Huh!" Sir Dracu shouted at his parents. His face was full of grief over what had happened.

“All he said was that she was murdered by a hunter mob. Hunters haven’t been active in centuries. Not since we revealed our existence to the world.” “It’s a start. I can put my people on it. The guild in Cerathe was disbanded when Ava took the throne, but Alistair is still in touch with former members. If there’s any information on them, he will be able to find it.” Lucas sighed and pulled me closer to him. Breathing in my scent helped to calm him after particularly stressful events. Finding his daughter almost eighteen years after her mother vanished, pregnant with her, qualified as one of those events.

Aurelius breathed out as he sped toward her, reaching for the strands of her platinum hair. “Aurelius.” Lynette responded as she smiled and fondled his face. “No? You are not her.” Aurelius stepped backward. “What?” “She never calls me by my name.” Aurelius roared as he shoved Lynette to a tree, she groaned as she looked into his eyes. “I'm sorry.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “You are her descendant, aren't you?” Aurelius demanded. She could see the despair in his eyes and it told her that he fell in love deeply with Claire before she was murdered by Lycanthropes.

"Lauren, that was her name. She treated Claude well. She was a friend and a caregiver. And she was his first woman. At that time, I came to the Knightly's household as a coach to Claude. I was training him and preparing him for the world he will dive into. I trained him for months and I discovered that he was still feeling deep guilt towards the man he killed when running out of the north. I was not satisfied with that. I knew he will need to kill much more if he wants to take down the mafia. But anyway, it was alright, till Claude got attacked by the northern mafia one day. Lauren, who is a professional killer who worked for the Knightlies for years, sacrificed her life to save him. And the

I’m a raging mess of emotions but he seems pretty unaffected by all of this. He’s Playing his part perfectly. We’re wheeled to the center of the floor, and the musicians begin a slow, haunting melody. We dance. To everyone watching, it probably looks romantic. Touching. The devoted wife supporting her injured husband through a difficult dance. But his hand on my waist grips too tight, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. My hand on his shoulder digs in with my nails, creating tiny crescents through the fabric. “Who was Lyanna?” I whisper as we turn.

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.

Rosa scolded “And a very stupid One, it seems. She just….she just…” “Can one of you maybe…tell me what's going on?” Rosa looked at me with a strange expression, and placed a hand on my shoulder. “The man you just humiliated in public…that man right there? That's Xander De Luca.” Xander De Luca? I know that name. I've been hearing it in the news since the past decade and… Oh my god. My heart dropped in my stomach as realisation struck me. “Yes, Claire. You just in a way, provoked the most dangerous mafia in the country. And the last person in your shoes….him and his entire family were found dead in less than 24 hours.”

She proceeded “ alphas never marry omegas. You will never find someone like Aiden in your lifetime. With your shabby healing attempts, only rogues can be your portion now.” Though her voice was low and soft, it dripped with disgust. In an instant, the room felt cold and filled with the same kind of condescension I felt around Aiden’s family. “ Have you considered the fact that maybe you are wrong?” Cole asked flatly. “ Rue has a one in a million gift in healing. And she has studied under Blood Claw’s shaman. You are mocking whom you don’t understand.” “Blood Claw’s shaman?” Lauren laughed “ Please. You expect me to believe she was under the tutelage of Blood Claw’s shaman? Maybe as his maid.