Mavis Hotel Transylvania Novels & Stories

“Nancy, I’ll see you in a week!” Mavis breaks into a full sprint, her hair whipping in the air behind her as she races the long vehicle down to the chicken place, hoping the driver does not take note of her. Thankfully, she arrives within seconds of the car, breathing very hard and heavily. The driver stops right beside her and gets out. He gives her a simple once over, his eyes stopping the longest on her flaming red hair. “Mavis Port…?” She nods breathlessly. He opens the door for her to enter into the vehicle, no other words need to be exchanged.

"Oh, like you’re one to talk! Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. “Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of “Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. "Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of her." "What do you mean? why do you..." Tess started but Maeve cut her off. "Tyler comes over every single night at, like, midnight," Maeve continued, talking over her. "And I have to lie there, pretending to be dead asleep, while th

He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.” “Open the box, let’s feed so we can get going,” Rancid said. “It might be the two of us, I think Bohdan wants to stay.” “Fuck that,” Isaac said as he tore open the box. Inside the box were individual containers that resembled what you’d find in a soda machine all labeled with the same warning as on the larger box. When they served the vampires at lunch, they always poured the contents of the bottles into a Styrofoam cup and threw away the original container. None of the vampires had ever seen where the blood product came from, or the label. It was felt it was better if they didn’t know what the ingredients were

I asked even as Chloe was shaking her head, rubbing his hair against my breastbone. “Damn rogue werewolf! I—” Mavis broke off as she spotted Grace and Zane. “Oh, goddess,” she whispered. Then she got a phone out of her pocket to dial 911. I looked back to see Zane had taken his white dress shirt off to wrap it around one of Grace’s legs. I thought desperately of something to do, but all I could manage was to stand there with Chloe in my arms. I finally realized we still didn’t really know what had happened.

I walked towards my room when he stops me. " Your room is changed, Katarina . I will show you. " He dragged me with him leaving the girls with Joey and his step brothers David and Franklin. David just started at him helplessly. "Your room.” Alexander confirmed, opening a door to reveal a spacious and luxurious room with vintage furniture. The first thing that I noticed in my new bedroom is the large window that seemed like the perfect way out for me to escape this god-forsaken mansion. Everything was in black, including the painted walls and the luxurious chandelier that hung over my king sized bed. The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up with a warm, peach colored blanket with at least five

Shaking the thought away, he lifted his head as he heard footsteps approaching him, dropping it to stare at the floor again when he saw that it was just Julian; wearing a pair of light blue denim jeans, a pair of black trainers and a dark blue polo shirt that blended well with his light brown skin. Julian Farris. A vampire turned by Demitri in the year 1842, who also happened to be Mason's best friend. He wasn't young enough to be considered a newbie vampire, but at the same time not old enough to be considered an elder, though it had taken him almost a century to get his bloodlust under control. It was Mason's mentoring that had helped him to master it and their friendship had only grown fr

– Maris exclaimed in surprise when she saw a large closet filled with elaborate dresses of all sizes. - I entrust her to you. Don't hurt her. He laid the little girl down on the bed and looked at Maris's long, sharp claws. She nodded slightly and in an instant, her hand was back to normal, small and beautiful. After Samson left, Maris immediately chose a simple dress and carried a basin of water to the bed to clean the little girl's body. The speed of a female vampire was extremely agile, but because she was afraid that she would carelessly scratch the little girl, her movements were rather slow.

And if there would be one that would know, there is only one person I can blame— Marge. “Well, this will surely be another one hella year of boredom,” I mumbled as I walked through the hallways with a sea of noisy human students. Some of them are staring at me, and others are letting out murmurs with their group of friends. I'm used to people staring at me, but the people in Transylvania are afraid of me, so they are just going to stare at me. They don't dare to talk to me or get near me. And these students here are staring at me like I am a piece of chocolate on their plates. It is such a nice day today to be the center of their attentions.

Fin POV I first left Clementine on the rooftop as I felt a strange energy watching Clementine and me. I teleported closer to that strange energy and I was right, a vampire high student was watching the two of us. "Where is Fin going?" I laughed to myself when I heard his question. "Are you looking for me?" Her eyes widened. She slowly turned to face me. A 2nd year female. I gave her a loud slap causing her to fall. "Why are you watching us?" She lifted her eyes. There was a trace of fear in her eyes.

Mavis was just behind him, her usual tidy appearance perfectly in place, except for a single strand of wiry blonde hair. Had they been having sex in my penthouse? “Ah…um…Ari,” Misha stumbled, his cheeks suddenly red. “Mavis and I are working on a new deal for our West Coast distribution lines,” he explained in crisp, quick words. “We’re taking off tonight so that we can do a bit of reconnaissance and...” He looked at me expectantly, his eyes nervously pinched and his breath held as he waited for a response. But I didn’t give him one. I didn’t care enough to do so.