Mavis Hotel Transylvania Novels & Stories

“He's a neat freak,so clean up after yourself. No loud music,no guests and absolutely,no staying out past 9 pm" Wait what?? I'm renting a room,not a dorm room. I blinked. “Wait…9pm? Why?”. She gave me a stern look. " Trust me, it's for your own good!” Something about the way she said it,made a chill run down my spine but still nodded. A fresh start. That's what I needed now! Miss Claire's heels echoed against the polished marble floors as she led me down a long hallway lit by candles. Okay…This place seemed straight out of horror movie. It was elegant as well as mysterious.

As he stood, he leaned close to Mavis and whispered in her ear, “Meet me in the garden shed behind the house in ten minutes. I need to taste you again.” Mavis’s knees felt weak. She nodded slightly. Ten minutes later, she slipped out of the hotel and found the small garden shed. George was already inside. The moment she closed the door, he pushed her against the wooden wall. “I’ve been hard since breakfast,” he growled, dropping to his knees and pushing her dress up. He buried his face between her legs and licked her soaked pussy hungrily. Mavis moaned loudly, not caring who might hear. “Ahhh… yes… eat me, George. Your tongue feels so good after teasing me all morning.”

I repeated she pouted her lips again, “I can’t be calling you by your surname when you’re not the only one bearing Clark, Ed baby would do right?” I could hear Sorin’s laughter in my mind, *A 800 years old Guardian Vampire turned to a baby by a 22 years old werewolf, what a life!!!* *Sorin go away right now!!!* I wanted to tell Azalea not to call me that but she pulled my arms again, “You’ll let Sorin come to our college right? You can talk to the principal right?” I sighed, trying to keep my anger in control. I can’t continue this conversation with this blabber mouth still here. Instantly, I teleported into our room and sealed the door with my freezing glare, even if Sorin wanted to come in

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ “Isa?” Mavis asked from behind me and walked over to where I stood by the door. I couldn’t even imagine the shock on his face, it was worse than mine. Isa stood there, holding her black travel box. Her raven-black hair was loosely tied in a bun. She was dressed in a two-piece brown shirt and shorts. She looked good, except that her eyes appeared tired. Her blue eyes still shimmered as bright. “What are you doing here?” Mavis blurted out.I nudged him in the elbow and gave Isabella a wide smile.

Talen looked at his blonde mate. “The hotels are all in the same area,” Heath replied. “It won’t be hard to work out which one – just look for the Van Helsing activity.” They all paused as the door opened and Tyler, Talen’s blood slave and a vampire entered and looked around, taking in the witches, Connery and Meguitte, Harry and Jules, the Point Crest Triquetra, before finishing on Talen and the Triquetra. “Hey, you found them, Talen?” Tyler’s smile was wide revealing bloodied teeth.

Hector wove and threw a stream of lightning, Vlad vanished from his sight but reappeared tight in front of him, grabbing his throat and lifting him off his feet. The grip was a vice, Hector could feel his larynx crack under its sheer power, but he remained steadfast, he will not spill anything to him. "Tell me!" He shook his head choking still, until slowly he felt numbness become him. Vlad felt his only clue to her now wasn't worth killing just yet, passed out he threw him down. "Marcus! Lester!" The two who was manipulating the lights the whole time came in. "Master?" "Tie this runt up, and let's head for Transylvania, there atleast I may find more answers"

She took the chewing gum out of the bag and put it in her mouth "My name is Nissa and nice to meet you Mr. Harry." "You're not human, so who are you?" He stuck to her word, not knowing how she knew him. "You just have to wait to find out. Just know that you are under my care from now on. Think a thousand times before touching any human being ... otherwise you will be responsible for the outcome," she said in a casual manner. It was as if he had been threatened.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

"Arraa. Come here." Arra was currently checking a small passage that she saw when she heard a deep and cold voice calling out her name. Her eyes widened and a smile plastered on her face. Finally, someone came here to let her out of this scary place. So she turns around with a smile on her face but only to find out that a scary tall man was standing at her back and staring at her. The man was so tall that she had to look up to see his face. His eye was red and has a dark circle on it. He also has pointed fangs on his mouth and it looks very scary. He wears a long dark coat that covers his whole body. Arra screamed at the top of her lungs and quickly cover her face with her two shaking hands.