Drusilla Vampire Novels & Stories

But I stopped, her, still watching father’s figure, “But what about father? We need to help him, mother.” My mother just smiled, feigning happiness but could see the sadness in her eyes. “We’ll meet him at the meeting place that we agreed on.” But then, as soon as we got to the lake, we were surrounded by a more rogue. And the elder, Druscilla. My mother hissed, protectively pushing me behind her. “So you diverted my husband’s attention to corner us here, how original, you bastard.” Druscilla, smirked at us, “Why correct, vampire.” His filthy gaze then trailed to me, “It’s not him that I want. It’s you and your little hybrid.”

Annette frowned "V– Victor? That can't be true!?" Hannah glared at her, the honey syrup expression she always has on washed away and a new demon is revealed to her, that face even made Skyler take a step back. "Oh my dear young vampire, it is I, me, its the very being of myself they wanted to hide from the world! I am Hannah Vladimir Dracul, and Victor was my innocent younger brother!"

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.

And standing beside a large window was a man. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed entirely in black. His dark hair reflected the moonlight. His posture radiated authority. Power. Danger. The First Blood Vampire. Lucien Draven. For several moments, neither spoke. Neither moved. The room seemed to hold its breath. Slowly, the king turned. Crimson eyes met golden ones. And for the first time in their lives— Elara Ashbourne and Lucien Draven stood face to face. The vampire king studied her quietly.

But for the record, Dralia is a vampire. “Don’t be too obvious that you’re drowning in my beauty, Harris.” She teased me. “I just can’t help but stare at the woman I love.” She now averted her eyes. I laughed in my mind at her blushed face. She was still pulling my hand, I just didn’t realize that we were moving around the trees. I don’t even care about what we do anymore, because I’m just looking at her. … “Tonette, come down here, I hear crackles below. I can smell the blood of a wild pig.” Dralia commanded her sister.

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and

“The woman in that coffin… she’s Lilith Draven the first vampire… and Lucien’s lover.” “And you?” Her voice trembled. “I’m… a replica. Created from her blood.” --- The cathedral trembled violently. Their flashlights flickered. From above, that familiar voice echoed low, sorrowful, and commanding. “I told you, Evelyn… your blood does not belong to humans.” Lucien Draven emerged from the red mist, eyes burning with both pain and tenderness. “I never wanted you to learn this way.” Evelyn rose, gun shaking in her grasp.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one