Van Helsing Dracula Brides Names Novels & Stories

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

Not at all behaving like someone who’d just upturned her daughter’s entire life. “Between werewolves and witches.” She gestured for Shivani to come over and placed her hands into Shivani’s. “You will be getting married to Lukov. He is a prince. I have always wanted you to marry into a royal family.” Achlys said with a toothy smile. “But mother, werewolves are dangerous. I could get killed.” “We all have to make sacrifices sometimes. This time, you are the sacrifice.” Achlys stood up abruptly and went into her chambers leaving Shivani with a new knowledge; her own mother wanted her dead.

I’m alone in the room now, and after I get dressed, I immediately look through the window to see if anything strange is happening. That’s when I see the black cars lining up in the driveway. One by one, they stop, and men in all black all come out. One bigger car pulls up last, and they all flock to it like some sort of ants. The doors of the car open, and there I see three figures coming out -- two women and one man. I immediately know that these are the people I’m going to meet. The Lycan Royal Family from Europe. I peer closer, trying to get a better glimpse, but then the door opens and the man barks, “Get ready, they are here and you should be in top shape.”

Damien turned on his heels, pocketing his gun. Asher came up behind him. “Marcus Draven got a hold of the shipment before we did. The Vixen pack now has a stock of weapons we don't.” Damien clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Find out the rest of the traitors and get rid of them.” “Yes, sir.” Asher replied with a nod. Damien made an angry huff as he walked to the black BMV waiting for him. It was time to meet this new bride. The BMV arrived at the castle shortly.

HAYDEN “Lady Kathalina Orlok was the king and queen’s trusted noble vampire who has been handling resources and keeping the peace between vampires and werewolves. She’s clever, but being betrayed out of greed and jealousy, Lady Kathalina decided to take what’s offered…” Despite the turmoil burning inside Simon, he continued sharing what he could for us to have an idea of what happened to where Roxanne came from.

She didn't struggle—instead, her hands circled his waist, trusting him completely. The sound of my backpack falling alerted them. Saul's eyes snapped to me, sharp as daggers. With a sweep of his hand, he threw the picture frame on his nightstand at me. The picture frame held a photo of us. The frame hit my shoulder hard, then fell to the floor with a loud crash, shattering. "Get out!" I snapped back to reality, realizing what they were doing. The First Embrace: a vampire bit a human on the neck and drained a human's blood to mark ownership, then fed them vampire blood, turning them into a vampire.

"She carries the bloodline of the First Queens. Not diluted through generations, but direct. Hidden, protected, waiting." "That's not possible," Lady Volkov said. "The last direct Queen died—" "Twenty years ago. Allegedly." Elder Mara looked at me. "Your mother's name wasn't really Elena, was it?" Memories fractured and reformed. My mother's silver eyes that she hid with contacts. Her strange lullabies in a language that predated words. The way animals bowed when she passed. "Seraphina," I whispered. "She told me once, when she was dying. Her real name was Seraphina."

Names of brides. Each one followed by a date. And a red mark—dried blood. Margaret Crowley, 1702. Celeste Holloway, 1729. Imogen Hart, 1794. And on and on... until the final page. His hands trembled when he read the last name: Alika Thorne. He repeated it under his breath. “Alika… Thorne?” Not Morgan. Not the name the world knew her by. And beneath that name, written in ink that shimmered like fresh blood:

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.

His presence exuded an air of regal authority, and his crimson eyes glinted with a wisdom that bore witness to centuries of existence. "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, Alpha Maximus, and Luna, welcome to my domain," Dracula greeted them with a respectful nod. Luna, the moonlit pup, emitted a playful yip in response. Davien, acknowledging Dracula's presence, spoke with a tone that conveyed both respect and caution. "King Dracula, we come with the intent of strengthening the alliance between werewolves and vampires. The union between Maximus and Georgia carries the weight of this shared responsibility."