Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

Dimitri informs. “But your daughter is a Silver Dragon, silver doesn’t harm you,” says Elder Katla. “True Katla, but you forget that Maliyah was given Malayah’s ability to shift into a wolf. Maliyah is now a dragon and wolf. We didn’t realize silver would affect her now, but obviously it does,” says mom. “So rogues and hunters are working together, but why,” asks Alpha Ghalen. “That is a question I want answered as well,” says dad.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

Amber Brown "DROP THAT! IT'S NOT YOURS!" His scream was shrill and terrified. I immediately twisted my body to see what was happening, and the scene was utterly terrifying. Three huge men were rummaging through our suitcases, and my mother was futilely trying to pull her vanity case where I knew her most expensive jewelry was kept. On impulse, I tried to help her, only to feel a powerful slap on my face that made me completely lose my balance. I felt dizzy, couldn't hear anything anymore, my head was spinning. I couldn't see much after that, just felt my head spinning forcefully. I kept hearing my mother's screams, the men's shouts; it was all a blur, impossible to understand what they were

] Mom gave a bitter smile and nodded toward the judge. Soon, dense transaction records filled the big screen. At a glance, almost all of them were from nightclubs, bars, and male escorts… Under the consumer's name, it clearly said Matilda. The crowd instantly exploded. [Damn, no wonder Matilda is so skinny. But it’s not from hunger, she’s been living a dirty life!] [This is hilarious. She spent all her money drinking and fooling around. Of course, she has nothing left to eat.] [I knew it. A philanthropist who treats outsiders so well. How could she possibly abuse her own daughter?]

One was with Jacob. We pulled up at his place the next twenty minutes, smaller than a normal ride would take. The laughs coming from the living could be heard from afar, apparently Matilda was home. Her voice alone is enough to give her away. The way she spoke, almost like you could hear Adele in your ear. I walked in. Petra, a spitting image of her mother, blonde, and as gorgeous as Tilda. Still live in the household and works in their father's company owning shares as everyone else of the family, except the dead—Diana.

A sharply dressed attendant approached her with a warm smile. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle. How may I assist you?" Matilda barely spared her a glance. "Close the store. I want privacy." The woman hesitated. "I—I'm not sure that would be—" Matilda’s eyes flashed. "Do you know who I am? I am the future Luna of the Hollow Pack. I don’t shop with commoners. Either you clear the store, or I take my business elsewhere." Within minutes, every other customer was ushered out, their protests swiftly silenced by the promise of a hefty discount. Matilda smirked as she ran her fingers over racks of designer gowns, the finest silk, satin, and lace imported from all over the world.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

Matilda asked and I paused in my steps rolling my eyes. "And who said I care about that?" I replied turning around to face her. "I can see you are now shameless and confidently present yourself as the slut you are," Matilda growled and folded her arms across her chest. "You can say whatever you want, but deep down I know you know the truth of who I am and you know your reason behind what you are doing is pure evil," I retorted. "You got that one thing right. Deep down I know who you are and that is why you can fool others but not me," Matilda replied. "I will do everything to protect my son from the likes of you," she added and I scoffed at her statement.

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”