Drusilla Spike Novels & Stories

Darian didn’t talk to Atlas for long because his mother’s call came in. "Mom." Lilian couldn’t wait to ask about her daughter, "Darian, has Drusilla really been found?" Darian knew his mother’s anxiety, "Don’t worry, mom. I found Drusilla. She’s doing very well now. Even though she was once in a tough situation, she never gave up on herself, and she looks very much like grandpa and dad." Listening intently, Gregory immediately became proud. Drusilla looked like him! ***

A new weapons deal will be done in the upcoming days, and normally the designs for the guns are discussed before the actual trade takes place. I remember Enzo’s gossip that time about the lady boss walking into the meeting room that fateful day the designs were being discussed and that she had called Draco “babe” and had acted as if she and Draco were in a relationship for a long time. The designs of the new pistol that Draco had shown them that day were fake, and it was a trap to catch the person who had leaked a previous design on the dark web and sold it for a huge sum of money. Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

of their own. “Are those spikes or are you just happy to see us?” Daryl smirked. “Really?,” Eric asked. “Heard about you creeps,” the hybrid said. “But I thought Enrgygrid was the jokester,” “Since you know so much about us,” Eric said. How about filling us in on who you are?” “You can call me Drillspike, leading technicion for Apadore,” “Nice tittle,” Natalie said. “I’m guessing you are the one who constructed whatever death trap that Carrie is in,”

I wasn’t sure if I did. Drusilla moved with practiced ease, setting out her ritual tools with careful precision. She knelt near the base of the stone statue, her hands deftly pulling out an aged, leather-bound book from her bag. She flipped through its brittle, yellowed pages, muttering under her breath. “Okay,” she finally spoke, glancing up at us. “Both of you, stand right here.” She pointed at a spot directly in front of the statue. I swallowed and stepped forward, the chill of the underground chamber seeping into my skin. Dalton let out a quiet sigh but followed suit, his movements slow, deliberate.

"Yes, you're right. I'm saying he told me before he died!" I lie. "Before he died? Aaron said Phyllis died after his funeral." Drusilla sneers. "Yeah, I'm getting confused." "Lying tends to do that." Drusilla heads toward the door, but I rush out of bed and stop her. She gasps, "What's wrong with you?" As she removes her pepper spray from her purse, she gnashes, "You caught me off guard last time, but this time I will blind your crazy ass!"

said Axton scathingly. Axton's words unexpectedly made Belarus really angry. He snapped his fingers, calling out to someone who was outside the room. Belarus summoned his secret weapon, the weapon he needed when he was really angry. A beautiful girl appeared with her face covered in a thin cloth. Her hair is white, tied in a ponytail, and her clothes are all black. Axton clearly knew who was in front of him. Selena Dazzle, the most feared witch on the plains of Europe. “What is this? You used a witch to make me submit to you?” Axton laughed disdainfully. He looked at them defiantly. “That won't be possible! You think I'm stupid?”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."

Louise’s smile sharpened—a butcher eyeing meat. “Oh, I’ll find out who you are,” she purred, stepping closer. “Who your people are. Where you sleep.” Her voice dropped, venomous. “I’ll find who you love and grind them into trailer-park dust.” A muscle twitched in Dragon’s jaw—the only tell. Louise seized the moment. “Drucilla. Now.” Louise’s lighter hovered—one spark and Dragon’s blood would fuel the flames. Better a live hostage than a dead martyr.