Mavis Dracula Novels & Stories

"But I will still find you, Hestia!" Cold chills covered Mavis' body as she ran back to the building where Karylle was. Upon reaching the second floor, she immediately hid in one of the rooms, locking the door behind her and covering her mouth to conceal her heavy breaths. She then curled up just under a desk that hid her from sight. Her hands trembled and with everything going on, she could not think straight. "No, please. No..." Burying her face into her palms, tears flooded her eyes and a sob escaped from her mouth. "What's happening? Someone... Please... Help me. I cannot do this. I cannot do this."

Maeve POV I turned around, and I saw they were retreating. “Did you get Jasper?” I mind link Duncan. “No, I didn’t see him, but Ario is with Elizabeth,” he said. I took a deep breath, looking for Ario, then traced his scent, and I got to him, and he was holding Elizabeth down. I walked to them. “Where is Jasper?” I asked, staring at her. She has changed; her hair is dark, and she looks evil with the red shade of lipstick.

They were just mere Drudge vampires sent on errands by the grand elders of the Volturi. Drudge vampires were not as powerful as the bloodline vampires but a few of them acquired mystic powers the moment they were bitten by a vampire who had mysterious powers. Edward was weakened as those sharp and painful groans escaped from Alpha Marcus's lips. He would have just smashed those two in a blink but he couldn't bear to hear him groan in pain. He shot his eyes at them one last time and they leaped away in fear. He was going to treat them to a meal after he had taken care of Alpha Marcus.

I opened my phone and saw an email. “From Mavis Glaze?” Isn’t this the psychologist? I opened the email but it’s just random letters. Suddenly, the door burst opened and Stefano came in a hurry. “What are you doing here?” “D-Doctor Mavis,” he said while panting. “Did you receive the weird email too? I just received—” “Doctor Mavis is dead.” “WHAT?! What do you mean dead?!” “Dead, unalive, passed away, went to the other side—”

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

I'm pretty sure if she keeps smiling at him like that, one day he's just gonna give her all the food and leave the rest of us to fate. I can't blame him though, Mavis is beautiful and has such a warm personality. Apparently she got all her looks from her mum, that's what she tells me. But she believes she got her hair colour from her Dad, since her mum was blonde. It was just an assumption though. Mavis was raised by her single mother, who was Alpha Derrick's older sister. When she passed away, Alpha Derrick assumed responsibility of Mavis who was just 14 at the time. She doesn't talk about her Dad much, probably because she doesn't even know who he is.

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

Lance bursts into laughter and his head starts to grow, bigger and bigger and bigger until his widely laughing mouth is big enough to swallow all of her head. “I will have my revengeeeee!” Mavis snaps awake from the leather chair in cold sweat. She immediately looks at Lance beside her, who spares her nothing more than a disinterested looking glance and back to looking outside the window. She sighs in relief that it was a dream that Lance was interested in biting her head off, at least physically.

She yelled, feeling the pain shoot through her nose. "Somebody save me," Maris cried. Linda grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The chain around her wrists didn't give her the chance to forget her fist on Linda's face. "And you have a child. You're heartless." Linda chuckled darkly, before shoving Maris and asking her to move forward. Dracula crouched and Lucy got on his back. Linda crouched and motioned for Maris to get on. "No." Maris tried to act stubborn, but climbed the moment the vampires with pale skins showed her their fangs. Some were white and some, yellow.