Drusilla Vampire Novels & Stories

Melonie sent me a shocked glance, “You have the blood of a harlot in you… but I wouldn't blame you.” I grinned, “Forget him! My Arlo is even cuter.” “Hey Clara,” Alpha Vargus called, “Meet Dracula. He's the Alpha of a small pack in the woods. He was originally the alpha of us all, but when crazy things started happening and we needed to reunite with you all so we could fight together, he flew to the woods and made me the alpha. He's obsessed with privacy and he thinks he can fight anything on his own.” “Dracula, meet Clara, the lady I told you about and Melonie… the dragon wolf. Dracula is here for the wedding,” he added.

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

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

When the matter was dealt with, Henry met me at the top of the dungeon stairs, and together we walked back to the pet hospital to check on my Rose. Curiously, and annoyingly, when we entered the hallway, we found the werewolf doctor standing in the hallway, frowning as he looked in through my pet’s open door. My Rose was lying on the bed, her cheeks sunken, her face pale. “I’m sorry, Vampire Duke,” the pet doctor said. “But she is dying from excessive blood loss. There is nothing I can do.” This happened sometimes, when vampires lost control, so I did not doubt the pet doctor’s diagnosis. And yet, I also found it entirely unacceptable.

Alpha draven i was sleeping when i heard lisa calling my name, what could be the issue i didn't remember offending her. Arrghhhhh!!...... am coming!....... i told her as i used my speed to run to her. "do you nessarily have to yell my name like that Lisa,i asked "what have you done? draven... did you see the news .. (voice talking in the television) "local authorities have set to identify about five bodies found in the woods early this morning, eye withnesses have said that the victims were among those who attended the party last night, it is still not know who the murders are but the authorities have identified that the killing was that of a vampire......" (turns the tv off) " now can you e

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

“Her guilt is written across her face and her lies are poorly weaved together. The council will deliberate in private. The judgement will be announced in private. Everyone is dismissed.” I nearly collapse into Maxwell’s arms as two large, unfamiliar vampires approach Daisy. As they grab onto her elbows to guide her away, her knees buckle. She desperately tries to collapse to the floor, wiggle out of grasp, but they only hold onto her tighter. She’s more or less dragged out of the room back to her room.

She pressed her lips and got nervous, she was too excited to share them their story with them that she forgot about not letting out that part with them. Blake and Evangeline looked at each other. Evangeline now understood that the moment that the Angels' Empire discovered a vampire living in the human world and sucked blood, it happened at the moment. "Bit his neck?" Pocco wondered and stared at Blake, his template created a wave as he tried to think what she meant by beating the culprit's neck. Veronica was shivering and looking at Blake, looking apologetic for not controlling her mouth from speaking. She knew that her mistake couldn't be rectified later, she shouldn't be careless.

Also, the mention of a member of the Dark-Dawn Pack being killed nine years ago brought some sad memories to mind, and Gavin just couldn't shake it off. Drusilla finally made them understand that it was a red-haired woman, but when they asked for further descriptions, she only maintained that the woman had fiery red hair, and was always in sunglasses or a scarf, or both. She was only able to see her that fateful night because she was punished to stand outside her father's study, awaiting further punishment.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.