Mavis Dracula Novels & Stories

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

Curiosity immediately won, as I also turned toward the entrance, and nearly choked on my drink. A woman dressed entirely in black entered the mansion with the confidence of someone who had spent decades making powerful men kneel. She wasn't particularly tall, nor was she young, but somehow she commanded more attention than everyone else combined. Every step she took seemed deliberate, measured and powerful enough to silence an entire room. Cassian released my waist immediately. "Mother." Well, that explained everything. The legendary Mrs. Draven. The woman responsible for creating this circus. Before I could process her arrival properly, Stacey practically appeared from nowhere and rushed fo

She didn’t hear the door to the main chamber open. Victoria slipped inside on silent feet, auburn hair loose and glowing faintly in the blue firelight. She paused at the sound of water—soft splashes, the gentle lap against copper—and smiled to herself. The small necromantress was awake. Bathing. Vulnerable in a way that made Victoria’s undead heart—long still—give a single, impossible flutter.

But I can’t help it. Especially when she looks at me with those pretty eyes and squirms under my touch. I want her pretty fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly. This is so fucking strange. If I haven’t felt anything in so long, why now? Why Madelaine? “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, walking away. My dick twitched in my pants. I literally can’t take my eyes off her. It’s impossible. She has a pretty pink birthmark around her right eye, shaped like a flower.