Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

Paige fired. “Who?” Matilda asked “Hilary. Hilary is Adrian's girlfriend but she stole him from her. She's such a two-timing asshole and a sucker! I hate everything about her. Don't tell me she's the new member in your crew.. Is she?” Paige asked. “Sadly, yes. She's now a part of us.” Matilda replied “Fuck!” Charlotte cussed, gritting her teeth as she shot Amanda a glare. “I know she took Adrian from your friend but what If I told you that she's no longer in love with Adrian. She had dumped both Carl and Adrian.”

But it was Damien, lying helplessly beneath the towering creature, that made her stomach drop. Her pulse quickened. She’d promised him that nothing would ever happen to him. She swore she’d keep him safe. She couldn’t just sit back and watch him die. Without another thought, Matilda leapt from the tree, her wings bursting from her back in a flash of celestial light. She soared through the air with desperate speed, racing toward the battle. When she landed, the Velakar was poised to strike, its massive claw raised to drive into Damien’s chest, straight for his heart.

But while Matilda is blood born, like me, her mother wasn’t high ranking. Her mother is a maid. One of the mistresses of our shared father. “I should be the one going to Scarlett Thunder,” Matilda sneers, scoffing as she turns from me to face the full length mirror across the room. “You know it wasn’t up to me,” I bite out, hanging my head. “Of course, it wasn’t.” She slips her fingers through her long, straight platinum blonde hair and frowns at her reflection. “You should have told me the second you found out. You went to her grave again, didn’t you?”

Drake asked, taking a seat at the table beside her. “Well I’m not even sure if it’s related by I saw this article,” Lydia begins pointing towards the article that spoke of Matilda, “And I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her case. I have the strongest hunch that all of this is connected somehow.” “If you have a hunch, then yes, let’s look into it. At this point, any lead is better than nothing.” Drake states, his eyes flickering over the photo of Matilda, “She looks familiar, and no, not just because she looks like Amelia. I feel like I’ve seen her personally before.”

Millie cut off the hum of Lilac’s words. Lilac let out a soft chuckle. “Drake loves to play with daggers or any dangerous weapon the whole time and was busy here and in the Metropolis. My brother is always with him. Trust me, Dillon is talkative, so there’s no way that he can lie about it. But he NEVER said that Drake flirted or had SEX with a woman.” Hearing this, Emily’s eyes widened in surprise, while Millie frowned. Millie crossed her arms over her chest. “So, you’re saying that Drake is a virgin?”

In her childish mind, she always imagined her mother to be the last long-lost weredragon that survived until the end of that tale and has never been found. At the end of the tale, one wedragon survives. And it was fortunate for her that the weredragon that survived had no legs or hands in her body, just like her mother. She had always dreamt of a day that she would see her mother moving on her own without a wheelchair. So Iyya had imagined her mother turning into a dragon one day and flying around the Zanzibar skies. Spitting fire out of her mouth into the Indian Ocean while Iyya stood at the beach.

Tania's POV As I emerged from the dark confines of the dungeon, Matilda's frail form leaned heavily against me. Her face was pale, etched with exhaustion and the torment she had endured during her captivity. With each step, I supported her, guiding her towards the haven of safety that awaited us—the Pack's house. The journey seemed endless, the weight of responsibility resting upon my shoulders. Matilda's breathing was labored, a testament to her weakened state. Yet, determination fueled my every stride. The Pack's house was our destination, a sanctuary where Matilda could receive the care and support she desperately needed.

"Noisy!" Dr Clemente grabs Morgan's mother by her. Matilda feels an excruciating pain on her head, as if she goes bald if he adds a little more force. But she never cries to save her. She endures the pain silently and smiles at her family. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Matilda says. "I'm too old to live." "Ma!" Morgan's face turns scarlet. "Clemente, you are worse than a monster!"

Matilda was suffering from the two large suitcases. “Hey, let me help you,” Maya offered. “Oh, that’s alright. I can manage,” Matilda assured. Maya shook her head. “No, you can’t, and everyone is still busy. They can’t help,” She would instead work or do something helpful than awkwardly stood up waiting for instructions. Aside from that, she was not allowed to hide as Sicilia’s assistant. “Thank you,” Matilda gratefully smiled. Matilda was Fifty-something. However, she looked a lot older than she actually was. She is not only the housekeeper but also a somewhat friend for Sicilia. She has been with her for over twenty years.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.