Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

Lady Macbeth confided. “Hmm, but I'm extremely confused about everything, how did alpha Jeffery get the dragon's mark on his chest?” “Only Matilda could explain all these puzzles to us,” Lady Macbeth confides as she nervously steeples her fingers. "Your right, only that crazy Matilda can tell us,” Shawn mimicked dramatically and Lady Macbeth glared dangerously at him. “Don't ever call Matilda a crazy woman, she's not crazy but a seer!" She maliciously said as they eventually got nearer to the divine temple which was adorned with scotch mists on the walls.

I look around wildly for the source of the noise. “Oh fuck,” Cadyn curses. I look up and see a massive red dragon rise up from the forest. My eyes immediately lock onto the girl on its back. “Lyza.” She stands on the back of her uncle’s dragon, her red dress flowing around her. There is a black crown atop her flaming red hair, just like the messenger said. Dozens of dragons suddenly appear all around them, all some shade of red or black and absolutely massive. The fear of my pack fills my senses.

There's an incoming message. From, Great Madame! "Mas! This is from mummy!" I shouted showing my cell phone to Mas Suma. [Claudia is waiting at salon. I have prepared the package to be taken] [Make sure, tomorrow is the best performance!] I immediately answered. [Okay mum. I'm going there now. Thank You] "I'm taking you now?" asked Mas Suma. "Should I go to salon? Do you think I'm still embarrassing? And still I have to keep getting treatment. Before the wedding, I just got soaked," I said, ignoring the question.

We fell into silence after that eating our food slowly. “are we going to talk about Danielle?” I asked. Roman looked up and sighed softly. “she used to be a friend but then she got obsessed with me and started stalking me, she got put in a mental hospital a few years ago but it seems like she escaped, the cops have caught her though “. I nodded. But I felt like I was forgetting something. It came to my mind in a rush. “Matias” I exclaimed jumping down from the counter. Roman caught me though before I could run away. I fought in his arms trying to get away from him. “where’s Matias? She stabbed him”. I yelled at him.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

he asked, his voice cautious. Mateo simply shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll soon know," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and spoke only two words: "Come in." The door opened, and Lilah walked in, flanked by two burly security men. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her bright red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique. Her full lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she walked over to Mateo.

Malica stared at him with anger in her eyes. Malica was a dark-skinned Mexican woman, she is the owner of the prostitution firm Alora was sold to. Malica was the mother of two girls, but her daughters passed away due to an unpleasant event where both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddest who makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of life as she was one in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

It glowed with a celestial radiance that pushed back the shadows of the Citadel. Silas let out a roar of pure agony, dropping her. He fell to one knee, clutching his chest as his own tattoos turned from red to a blinding, holy white. "No!" Silas snarled, his voice a distorted mix of human and beast. "Not a wolf! I will not be mated to a golden-eyed cur!" The Dragon-Madness, usually a slow burn, spiked into a frenzy. His fingernails lengthened into obsidian talons. He lunged at Aria, his hand slamming into the stone wall behind her head, shattering the rock into dust.

Elena assured her. “I told you, Mads.” Gaia giggled. Matilda sighed and pulled out the items from the bag. There was a pair of skinny jeans, a stretchy tank top, and cropped leather jacket. She wasn’t sure how he guessed her style, but they were definitely things she would have picked out for herself. “This is strange. I’m not sure if I should accept it,” Mads pondered out loud. “Oh, please, Matilda. Accept it. It will dishearten the master if you don’t,” Elena pleaded.