Hotel Transylvania Dracula Daughter Novels & Stories

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

"We might as well get this over with. I am princess Charlotte, second daughter to the vampire King and Queen." She curtsies again, only this time, when she looks back into my eyes, she has a couple of tears escape from hers. I am stunned but I do not feel like I thought I would, all I want to do is hold her, the fact she is part vampire doesn't seem to bother me and Alex is just howling and jumping around in my head happy we have found our mate.

“Well, we were still in a pre-casting phase. But I’m aiming for Mina Harker’s friend, Lucy Westenra.” “The girl who was bitten by Count Dracula while she was sleepwalking?”, he replied. “ You read this book too?”, I asked him with amazement. “Umm..well, I planned to say yes so I would look cool, but that would be a lie. Nope, I saw the movie, where Keanu Reeves played Jonathan Harker ones. Too lazy to read the book..”, he answered and grinned widely. OKAAAAAY…he smiled at me! My gosh, he has a very nice smile, and his perfectly white teeth would always make any dentist proud. Take a deep breath and stay calm, Anita. Get yourself together.

They both hated seeing another man touch me. ​"I have let her go," Dracula said to Zayn. "Now, give me back my daughter." ​Zayn tilted his head, looking confused. "Daughter? You vampires are very strange creatures." He shoved Yennifer away. As soon as she was safe, Jennifer’s face changed back into a beautiful, red haired woman again. ​Dracula looked at me, and for a moment, his eyes looked almost sad. "I am sorry if I scared you tonight," he said.

“She looks like me.” I let one more measure fall onto her tongue. Stage-II’s last sip. “Ask her what her name is.” “I don’t want to frighten her.” “You won’t,” I said. “You are her homecoming.” Silence. Then: “Dina.” Good. I love when the archives agree with the mirrors. Dina Drăculești, the illegitimate daughter who kept the accounts while the men were out staging morality as battle. She died at nineteen in childbirth; the child lived and pastors changed their name to spare themselves trouble. Blood flees churchmen but it never forgets the way back.

Night fell again and day dawned when they finally reached their destination. Zog saw through Lucifron's eyes and didn't realize where he was. The man said he served Dracula. If Zog remembered correctly, Dracua lived in Transylvania, which is in Romania, beyond the Atlantic, in Europe. There was no airport there, just a house that looked a lot like a packhouse, big and scary. Lucifron follows the vampire into the house, dragging the child. He entered a room, where a female vampire was sitting watching her son play with a black cat.

My Mom said. Dracula grabbed me and pulled me down. “In four days, you will be mine. You will be the Queen of Transylvania. And you will gift me an heir so I can retire.” He kissed me. I pushed him away. “What the hell,” I said. My mother grabbed Dracula by his wrist. “I warned you not to touch my daughter. You are done. Looks like your wish will come true. It’s early retirement for you and your son will be the king of Transylvania and my daughter will be the queen.” She took him away.

She pleaded, a familiar shake in her voice as she darted her eyes from Dracula to the dogman who held her son hostage. "Are you sure you can give me what I want?" He drawled, using his tongue to flick out the piece of human flesh stuck in between his teeth. "I'll do anything, just spare my son." She pleaded. Dracula slowly took a step forward with a glint of malevolence in his obsidian eyes, causing the woman who appeared to be in her late thirties to flinch. He eyed her from head to toe and slowly went up from her toes and lingered his gaze on her bosoms.

They had to speak Romanian, right? Wait, Transylvania was in Romania, right? In the novel Count Dracula? Yeah, that was the case. I haven't read that book in years, but I remember the funky town name. Did that mean there were vampires in Romania? I mean, that'd be such a cliché, but were there? I've never met a vampire before. What if Xaveraq had connections with the vampires? He was keeping Callista with the werebears, did that mean he was keeping her in Romania with the vampires?

“I do not like your manner of addressing the situation, Alpha Elijah. And might I be the one to remind you that it was not my choice to have my daughter removed from my custody - it was yours. And I still find myself questioning what your true intentions are, because I know that it is not customary for children to be removed from their parents - or to be moved to the pack house - after their eighteenth birthday. It is a choice that can be made.” This time, it was my turn to be offended, but I felt like I was doing a much better job at handling it than he was. I, for one, did not show my anger through my body language or my facial expressions. If he was going to try and get a reaction out of