Van Helsing Dracula Brides Names Novels & Stories

Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis Head of House Hawthorne Dominic Voss pronunciation: DAHM-i-nik vawss Caelen Fae pronunciation: kay-lehn FAY Vampire Staff: Headmaster Calvin Arx pronunciation: KAL-vin ɑrks Head of House Nerezza Pamela Batista (not to be confused with the character in Bloodmoon) pronunciation: PAM-ə-lə buh·tee·stuh Tiffany Sprueil pronunciation: TIF-ə-nee sprew-el

Annette frowned "V– Victor? That can't be true!?" Hannah glared at her, the honey syrup expression she always has on washed away and a new demon is revealed to her, that face even made Skyler take a step back. "Oh my dear young vampire, it is I, me, its the very being of myself they wanted to hide from the world! I am Hannah Vladimir Dracul, and Victor was my innocent younger brother!"

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

He looked pleadingly at my father and Helena, but their expressions were icy. “Leave, Marcus.” my father threatened. Marcus dropped his shoulders in defeat and turned to leave, head lowered. I looked at his back, unsure whether to feel sympathy or triumph. “As I just said…” Veronica immediately continued, “I would be honored to become your bride, Alpha Draven.” Draven sneered, “Really? Haven’t you heard those rumors? My 8 dead wives? I can tell you for sure, they all died because of me.” Helena let out a low gasp.

Lord Kira said, going to meet him, collecting his sword from him. "I will tell you," Dean finally said. "For you to understand, I will start from the beginning." he added and sat down on his bed and patted the bed. Kira sat down quietly. "I am listening to you, Dean," she said. "When Kudarma and Ashland were still one, we have priestesses and seers that communicate with the gods, the Elves and the Dwarfs, but there are three who are the most gifted and they are called the Elites. And they are, Adaoh, Sarah and Phoenix," Emperor Dean said and took a deep breath before releasing it. "One day, I went strolling with my guards. I was looking outside the window through my carriage when I saw her.

Lucy said, looking at Dracula’s dark blue eyes that stare coldly. “‘Tis is I, Count Dracula. I was mesmerized by your lively nature by day, yet so enchantingly eerie and beautiful by night. Tell me, Lady Lucy Westenra, that you wish to be with me in the new life after this one, becoming one of my brides.” Dracula takes Lucy’s hand as he said the last sentence. “But you are a monster! There will be no good, no God’s light for a creature like you!” Lucy raised her voice while trying to release her hand from his.

Referring to the old duke on his first name without any honorifics, he looked at the woman with wonder, his blood recognizing her. “This is such a bother, I told him to just keep you inside the castle, why does he want to have a deal with humans!” the woman added and soon, her hood was removed. “Faera Krieson. The most noble among the pureblood vampires.” “It was a great pleasure that you knew me.” She looks dignified and unlike others, those golden orbs seem to be an endless pit you were being sucked in. “What did you do to Clifford?” “Are you that close with my father to refer to him like that?”

It was Hanson that broke the silence. "Cyrus hasn't given us too many details," he said with a sympathetic smile. "It's a long shot, but what is the name of the vampire who gave you this information, maybe we have a record of him. We try and document every vampire who comes in contact with wolves, maybe it will help." "Andre Cote," I said doubting the name would help. Hanson gasped putting his hands to his mouth. I was wrong apparently. "Are you sure?" he asked in a quiet voice. I nodded not liking that he instantly recognised the name, it didn't bode well for me. "Cote is the surname of the vampire royal family," he continued.

My heart raced in my chest and I swallowed slowly. "It's you," we both said in unison. I couldn't believe how large he was. My head barely reached his shoulders. "What is your name," he asked. "Madeline Drăculea," I said softly and saw the look of confusion fill his bright eyes. "You're a vampire," he choked out like it was disgusting. "And you're lycan, imagine that," I growled angrily. His brow furrowed and he told me I should leave and never return.

“I understand.” Maika pulled a thick scroll from the velvet pouch beside her and laid it before him. “These are names of young women from elite families—vampire, witch, and lycan. All unbound. You are allowed to choose from any house you wish. You are of all three bloodlines, after all.” Caveen sighed and unrolled the scroll. The names swirled before his eyes like formal echoes: Lady Anya of Velethorn, Vera Caelwyn, Naomi of the Moonridge Line, Diana Serovelle, Isla Valemar…