Frankenstein Chapter 23 Summary Novels & Stories

Frankenstein spread his arms sideways looking at the sky filled with few twinkling stars as a meteor streaked across the sky. “I told you I will make things easier!” He snickered. Dryad’s uncle nodded, walked farther into the village. Frankenstein sighed again, glancing and touching the bandages on his body. What should I do next~ suddenly a small hand thrusted into the fat being’s chest ripping his heart out, Frankenstein looked around to see who dares, “Oh, well, well, well. Let me get this straight. All my thoughts was you and your second died, buried along with the ruins at the city but… you ripping out their hearts was useless because, they are my walking dead subjects!”

They gasped and everyone looked confused but stepped away from me. Aadhira rushed towards me with a Grey-haired man. When his eyes met mine, he fell to his knees and joined his palm showing his devotion towards me. His lips uttered 'Goddess of Darkness!' He sensed me! The vampires submitted to me on seeing their Primus's submission. The cut on his forehead told me what might have happened. I smiled at him and touched his forehead healing his cut. And I know where to go. The shield was intact but some wolves had entered the place and attacked the Primus and burnt their main house and kidnapped Vibha and Akhilan's parents.

I wasn't just sipping, I was gulping, my throat working as I drained the life from her. She thrashed underneath me, her small hands hitting my chest feebly, her muffled cries turning into wet, bubbly gasps. "Yes," Dracula murmured from behind the bars. "Drink it all." I felt her heart begin to flutter like a dying bird. I pulled back, my mouth a mask of red, and looked at her. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. She was dying but I wasn't done. The monster in me wanted to see the damage. I grabbed her shoulder and bit deep, tearing a chunk of flesh away.

“It didn’t howl. It screamed. Like a child drowning in fire. I chased it as far as I dared. But it disappeared into the cliffs. My parents never believed it was real. Thought it was a dream.” “Yeah,” Cheyenne said quietly, “Not a dream.” ****** Next: Chelsea Chelsea opened the door to her greenhouse like she already knew what was coming. “No, I haven’t cursed anything in the past twenty-four hours,” she said, brushing dirt from her overalls. “And no, I haven’t blown anything up. Yet.” “Good to know,” Cheyenne said. “We’re asking about something else.” “Red-eyed monsters,” Gunner said simply. Chelsea stopped in her tracks.

he gestured to the creature, “is the beginning of our salvation.” As the creature pulsated, the tubes quivered violently, and the woman’s body began to convulse. Her moans turned into a strained, echoing cry that reverberated through the chamber. Blackened plants sprouted from the creature, twisting and writhing unnaturally as they bore discolored fruit. The woman’s life force visibly drained until a steady flow of ether stabilized her, leaving her shivering but alive.

Chase’s P.O.V “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking, but she only smiled, leaning closer, her breath hot against my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, my struggles fading as dread washed over me. This was it, her fangs would sink in, and I’d be gone. But then, the weight on my chest vanished. A sharp huff, like a burst of air, cut through the night, and my eyes snapped open, my heart pounding so fast and brutal...

He stumbled but didn’t fall. They fought like titans, the forest echoing with growls, crashes, and yelps. The lycan pinned Thane for a moment, jaws snapping near his throat. My heart stopped. “No…” I whispered, unable to look away. Then the lycan turned its head toward me. It saw me. My cover was blown. It began to charge, massive legs pounding the ground with terrifying speed. I froze, too scared to run. But just as it neared, there was a blur of motion,slam!

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The mark on the nape of the lady's neck, the unmistakable bite—this was the work of a vampire. A wave of adrenaline surged through me, heightening my senses and triggering an instinctive response from my inner wolf. Without hesitation, I swiftly moved towards Leonard's body, where Detective Cordelia, Inspector Mark, and Magdalena stood in somber contemplation. My hand trembled slightly as I raised Leonard's long hair, my eyes scanning the exposed nape of his neck. There it was—the same mark, the undeniable evidence of another vampire attack. The presence of a supernatural predator in our midst sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel the agitation of my inner wolf, its instincts pushing

The chill in the air sent shivers down her spine, and she quickened her pace, determined to reach the safety of her brother's castle before the night grew darker. Suddenly, a low, haunting hiss cut through the silence. Meagia halted in her tracks, her heart pounding in her chest. Her senses heightened as she scanned the darkness around her, clutching her child closer. The forest seemed to close in on her. Out of the shadows, figures emerged with unnatural grace and an air of malevolence. Their eyes glowed crimson in the moonlight, and their lips curled back to reveal gleaming fangs. Vampires, unmistakably.