Hotel Of Transylvania 1 Novels & Stories

I thought out loud. “And inhaling large amounts for a long period renders werewolves completely lethargic.” He finished off. “We learnt later on after our guards had searched every nook of the cabin that it had been lit in strategic places throughout the day so when everyone went to bed, they were all out. That was how they did it.” “Unfortunately for them, they were not as good at the ending as they were at the start. Henry is a mad tracker and managed to pick up a scent in the woods that surround the cabin. It was faint but it was there.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

Chapter 65 The mountains of Transylvania were covered in a white mantle of fine snow. Darkmoor Castle, restored in all its somber grandeur, stood imposing against the night sky, its towers illuminated by eternal torches that never went out. In the great main hall, three figures stood before the enormous window overlooking the valley.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face.

“Sick. My head is killing me.” Declan stepped into the room, sitting next to her on the bed. “Here--” he handed her a bottle of blood --“we are in Eros’s castle – there are no humans here, it’s just us.” “Who are us?” “Just our family. Eros and his descendants I guess we can say.” “Where are we?” Declan chuckled, “You are never gonna believe this. Transylvania.” Aster almost choked on the blood. “Seriously?” “Yeah. Close to the place where the first witch made the vampires.”

“Edana, darling, I’m sorry if I took a long time outside. I took a leisurely walk down the castle ground. I seemed to have missed this place than I want to admit now that Alaric is the one who owns this place though when we were still kids, we’d always run around this place playing the entire morning and afternoon when Papa allows us to have our vacation from Transylvania.” He said in a silvery voice that had Adrienne caught herself staring at in surprise. He was a beautiful man with smiling golden eyes and short wavy ink black hair. He was also lean and tall. “You should have joined me in the stroll, sweetheart. The air is cool outside and the sunny weather is a delight to the sight. Althou

She sniffs the air, and the smell of various kinds of fresh meat makes her whole body vibrate and her mouth salivate. She follows the carriage. About thirty meters away from the village, she sees a huge house. That one was different from the others, it wasn't made of wood. The carriage stops in front of the iron gate. "This is my chance," she whispers, and with quick paces she goes to the back of the carriage. The gates of the base open, and as usual, the task of receiving the delivery of supplies is for Occisor. "We have come to bring the meat to Lord Occisor Van Helsing, and the blood to the ladies, Mary and Margaret Van Helsing," the coachman says and closes his eyes as the dreaded Occiso

#Flashback# It all happened in Transylvania, my grandfather (Overlord Zoe) who was then the overlord of Transylvania, he had 3 children, Hymas (my father's older brother), my father (Dracula) and Devon (my father's younger brother), their father needed a successor, and in other to do that, he had to set a competition to decide the rightful heir to the throne, he had tested them based on their skills/physical abilities, morals, commitment and interaction with others/leardership

She sniffs the air, and the smell of various kinds of fresh meat makes her whole body vibrate and her mouth salivate. She follows the carriage. About thirty meters away from the village, she sees a huge house. That one was different from the others, it wasn't made of wood. The carriage stops in front of the iron gate. "This is my chance," she whispers, and with quick paces she goes to the back of the carriage. The gates of the base open, and as usual, the task of receiving the delivery of supplies is for Occisor. "We have come to bring the meat to Lord Occisor Van Helsing, and the blood to the ladies, Mary and Margaret Van Helsing," the coachman says and closes his eyes as the dreaded Occiso