Drusilla Spike Novels & Stories

I want to brush my teeth. Susie steps soft toward her, then crouches at her side. He doesn’t know it, but there’s a scimitar behind his head. It’s curved in a half-circle, too black to catch the light. So sharp it shreds the air as it trembles. It hovers against his neck where his blood is closest to the surface. How dark will it be when it slips out his wounds? Staining slide.

Delwyn Anderson saw that Frias’ bodyguards began to move back Crudus’ violins to their cars waiting at the parking lot at the back part of the hotel building. “Follow them! I want those Crudus’ violins today! Whatever it takes, however it is, I want to have those Crudus’ violins in my hands today, right here, right now!” hissed Delwyn Anderson with his terribly-sharp and immensely-stabbing eyesight.

Drusilla nodded once, adjusted her apron, and slipped out of the chambers. Drusilla hurried toward the supply closet, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She slowed her pace as she spotted Hannah, the maid in charge of Seraphina’s wing, gathering cleaning equipment. Ducking behind a stone pillar, Drusilla pulled a small vial of slick oil from her apron pocket. With a steady hand and a silent prayer, she discreetly poured the liquid across the polished stone floor just outside the closet's threshold. Seconds later, a sharp thud followed by a sickening crack echoed through the hall. Hannah let out a piercing cry of pain as her feet flew out from under her, her back slammi

The moment, it caught fire, she moved back quickly and my heart beat picked up. “Are we sure we want to do this?” Drusilla whined nervously. “Yes,” I scolded her just as a loud explosion sounded.

It just doesn’t give me good memories… I hate people like him, I hate them… “You guys are finally here! Now it is time for us to start our first day of fighting! This is going to be so fun~” Drucilla appeared as well and I relaxed my hands that were in fists. I could feel something sticky on my palms but I just rub it on my trouser with an indifferent expression. Drucilla was wearing a crop top and a skirt that had tights under it. She had her hair in a ponytail as well but she topped it off with a big ribbon.

From where I was, I couldn't even see most of them anymore, although I found some relief that I could still see Dexter and Drusilla nearby. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech that sounded like a dying animal. And then, I saw Drusilla walking out to the open with a grass cutter in her grasp. The sight of the poor animal struggling with her firm grasp was so disturbing, I had to look away. I heard the sound of the grass cutter screaming loudly just before it was silent all of a sudden. She did it. I looked back through the window and saw her crouched over the dead animal with her teeth sunken deep into its neck and apparently sucking its blood dry.

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

,Elsa's voice echoes behind. "You haven't come back yet?" ,Drusilla asked surprised. "I'll just come back tomorrow, why are you asking too much, today I have a bit of a headache, I'll go to sleep" ,Elsa replied annoyed. Drusilla said nothing, just quietly prepared things to go down to Elena's room tonight, she did not expect that the meeting that afternoon was also the last meeting between her and Elsa. That night, thunder and lightning rumbled, the group sat talking about ghosts, when suddenly Drusilla felt unsafe, she told everyone that she needed to go to the bathroom. Upstairs on the 3rd floor, a thunder rumbled in the sky, she heard the sound of Miss Tanphil in the area shouting at her

Her anger heats up as she recalls what she's been through, the humiliation she's received and her memories of what was supposed to be the last minute of her life. The sound of sand over the trunk where she was put, the cold wooded area with not enough space for her to move about, the laughter of her husband and his lover from outside. Drusilla was determined to make him pay. She gives Neon her hand with a nervous, yet determined smile on her face. "Then help me, I want to make them bleed." She says while trembling. Although Neon could understand where she was coming from, and he bears a grudge similar to hers, he's a bit sceptical about his plan especially while seeing how she takes his prop

I looked at the bed. It was empty. The sheets were scorched, the pillows reduced to blackened fluff, but the frame was vacant. The restraints Miller’s men had used were melted into the metal, twisted into grotesque, metallic knots. "He’s gone, Iris," Darius said, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck, pulling me into the hard, protective space of his chest. "The resonance spike... it didn't just discharge. It moved. I saw him walk out of here before the SEC could even clear the smoke from their eyes."