Hotel Transylvania Werewolves Novels & Stories

Shelly beamed. “Yeah, let's go inside,” Duran grabbed her hand and ran off to the entrance. Miranda stayed behind a bit, catching her breath. This was her first real party, plus it was filled with werewolves from other packs too, so she was a little nervous. The bushes to the side rustled, and her head shot towards the sound. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Lazarus and two other vampires coming her way. “Hey, you came,” she noted excitedly.

It was a hotel. I wanted to smack myself – and the rest of the hunters, too. It made so much sense that I could scarcely believe we’d missed it. If, as we’d suspected, an entire clan had moved to Seafall, then they’d have struggled to find enough flats or houses to rent in the area. Most clans preferred to stay together, too, or at least in a cluster of houses close to one another – whether it be for protection or for company, though I sincerely doubted that vampires felt any sort of companionship with one another, vamps joined clans because they didn’t want to be nomads, didn’t want to be alone. The perfect solution to that was a recently vacated hotel, on the outskirts of town.

Julio told him. “Are there any other pointers you can give us? Especially about both royals,” Calypso asked. “Everything you need to know about the werewolves is hidden back at the White Star Pack house. It’s a big book and it’s in a secret chamber in my library. Hunter doesn’t know about it, so you’ll need to go with Zen find it. The code to the chamber is your birthday,” Julio told Nathan. “And the vampires? Did mom ever say anything to you about them that could be helpful?” Calypso questioned.

In few hours we will be back to the Pack fighting against our fate. Her arms snaked around me waist from behind. "I'm famished" I smirked. "Shall we?" I led her out the penthouse suite. We took the elevator to the front of the Hotel, roving past the familiar faces of the employees that bowed in respect. Most of which were humans that were oblivious to everything while some were Vampires and Werewolves. We were in Paris, one of Castle's Corp subsidiaries. We moved past the revolving doors into the streets of Paris. We hopped into the Ashton Martin parked in front of the Hotel and headed to grab some lunch.

“Yeah, yeah. What did you wanna talk to me about?” “We want to send a human writer to your new hotel to do a piece on how it feels for a human to be in a werewolf-only hotel,” Knight told him. “It’s basically a fluff piece, and you know I wouldn’t okay it if I didn’t think the hotel was human-friendly. Think of it as good publicity.”

He’s extremely butthurt. "I'm guessing there's a hotel around here, at least a small one, so I'm looking for it." "Werewolves travel a lot?" I ask, looking out the window again. I’m shaking with excitement. "Mostly between clans, but yeah." Rio keeps driving for a while and sure enough, there's a hotel in the busiest part of the clan. It's a big five-story building.

Malik took a photo of us from the doorway, looking as if he’d just seen a miracle. "Time to bleed the Brooks family of their dignity," Lucien said, checking his watch. He stood, and for a moment, he held my hand with a grip that felt like a promise. The Grandeur Hotel was a fortress of luxury. Armored Lincolns lined the curb, and the scent of expensive cologne and raw werewolf pheromones was thick in the air.

"You have entered my territory, and you must be punished." Then, the werewolf did something that no one in the pack could have anticipated. It began to transform, growing even larger and more terrifying. Its fur turned black, and its fangs grew to the size of daggers. But even in the face of this horror, Harriet did not flinch. She simply looked at the werewolf, and spoke again. "We did not mean to intrude," she said, her voice calm and steady. "We are merely travelers, looking for a place to rest. If you will allow us to pass through your territory, we will never return. We will be on our way, and you will never see us again."

“Coming right up.” She walked off smoothly between chairs and barstools, like someone who knows exactly which floorboard creaks and which doesn’t. Erik rubbed his hands together, like someone about to rework a puzzle. “Okay. That video you sent — I watched it three more times. Sam looked good.” Of course, Erik had to end with a joke. Hunter tapped the table, clearly annoyed. “The last part. That staff member listing the names.” Erik cleared his throat.“Yeah, exactly. Fenric Moon as the first werewolf, Killian Duchesse as the first Lycan. I called Moonshire Park. They confirmed that the story is based on real, handed-down history — not just tourist poetry.”

I am more worried about why werewolves are suddenly watching over Draven’s actions. “They’re inside,” said Lucas and gave me a room key. He didn’t stay for too long as he had many things going on, so he had to go. He didn’t forget to remind me of the money I should pay him. This guy. When we entered the lobby, I felt several pairs of eyes looking in our direction. I’m guessing those were werewolves. Room 209 – this must be the room. I knocked twice before using the card key to open the door. The inside of the room was the usual style of hotel rooms.