The Blood Of Monsters Dramione Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

I looked up to see the blood moon directly above us, and I smirked as I stepped into the pool of blood of all those innocent children. Damon's eyes were locked onto me, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. Neil, usually so full of cocky remarks, was uncharacteristically silent. They were afraid. They should be. "Still nothing to say?" I taunted, cocking my head at them. "No last-minute heroics? No desperate attempts to stop me?" Damon's lip curled in disgust. "You’re a monster." "Finally, you get it." Mirena lifted the cup to the blood moon, her voice hard and loud as she chanted at the full moon, the flames dancing under her commands. She could be as loud as she wants. She

I don't want to die in their hands! I'm getting dizzy and feel like I'm almost out of blood. I opened my eyes again and looked at the monster beside me, Danrious; he was staring at me as he always does, but his eyes weren't red like his twin's. My mind was already racing when everything went black.

Mona swore, quickly rushing out of the room where she saw the pool of blood and servants who couldn’t defend themselves against another two gargoyle that had been walking all over the hallway. Mona clicked her tongue, pulling her thumb to her teeth to draw blood. Staring back at the purple eyed monster, she cursed, “Come you fuckers! I will bring you damned monster back to Hell!” Starvos went over to Dominic, trying to wake him up by calling his name only to notice something was wrong. Dominic wasn’t responding anymore. His body that was feverish had turned cold. Fear immediately filled the older werewolf’s heart, “Rose.. something is wrong!”

" The rim of Draco's eyes was lodged with tears. Crimson. He couldn't believe this. She didn't sail. She chose him. Chose the monster he was. This beautiful, soft woman. Well, Isolde was a vixen. Fierce when she needed to be, but she was still soft when the need called for it. The breath slowly streamed out of his nose as he looked her in the eyes and said, his voice thick. "I'm a monster...." "Then you'll be my monster," She replied, meaning it. He wracked his mind again and said. "I feed on blood," She swallowed, offering, "I have blood too. You may not be able to drink it directly from me, but it can be served in a goblet as fancy

Kimberly’s survival would be agony enough. Derrick stalked toward the great doors, his voice booming so that no wolf could mistake his intent. “Kimberly Moonstone is no daughter of this pack. No sister. No mate. She is prey.” His lips curled into a snarl. “And prey does not escape the Blood Alpha.” The hall erupted in howls, the pack’s bloodlust ignited. But in the corner, hidden in shadow, Mona’s smile curved. Because she had seen the fear in Derrick’s eyes when the hunter had spoken of shadows. She had seen the doubt he tried to bury.

I reminded him of how the humans ruined the Werewolves lives. If it weren't them then maybe I wouldn't meet Drama who possessed me and thereby adding to the fire. “That mate is a human and I don't care what happens because I am going to make sure that she never come close to me and if she is my getaway to removing Draca from my body then I'll take it,” I said to Monster and when he tried saying something else, I blocked him out. “Draca,” I called the Demon's name. “What will you like me do for you?”

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

He screamed while holding back the sadness and pain in his heart. In vain, the skeleton dragon only growled and roared ferociously. There was no sign of the bone monster understanding Draco's words. Its eyes were blank, and its canines looked hideous. Its body rattled as its bones moved. Its sharp tail flicked left and right, creating a rattling sound. The look of madness and bloodlust was evident on the monster's face, which saw Draco as its prey. "Shit! Demons! What have you done to my Astrid? Bastard!" Draco screamed with great rage. Tears streamed down his cheeks which were stained with blood and dust. Sadness welled up in his chest.

She concentrated on these six Rogues all of whom turned to her as she entered their minds fully, Back down Rogues. You are outnumbered and will be torn to shreds in seconds. Do not be foolish. Damon is dead, it is time for you to move on.’ She was surprised when she felt their minds melding together as they worked as one, ‘Draco is with the Moon Goddess bitch, he is not dead and he will return. You cannot escape him. You belong to him’ She stepped back as they flooded her mind with images of Draco possessing her, ‘That’s right bitch, we know everything. You do well to remember that.’