Van Helsing Dracula Brides Names Novels & Stories

I sprang to my feet grabbing a hold of his shirt in anger, “you better tell me everything now or I swear. “Scarlett is a reincarnation of your mate” he blurted, “the one you killed with your own hands” I froze right in my spot, now I was not expecting this. How the hell was it even possible? “How long have you known?” “Since she was born” he answered, “and you…” his voice trailed off. “Tell me everything, Ashley” “The legend about the cursed Lycan was you” he blurted and my heart skipped a beat, “your mother wrote it after you were conceived. You are the descendant of the moon goddess herself”

Still, I wasn't taking chances. I lit a thick black candle and set it burning slowly, and then flipped on a signal jammer. Soon, the room was filled with haze. Even if there was something I missed, no one would be seeing anything clearly now. To complete the setup, I changed into a black wedding dress. This was the Spirit Bride Rite, after all. When everything was ready, I turned toward the bed. Max lay there, perfectly still, without the faintest sign of life. The water had left its mark, but it hadn't ruined him.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

Moonlight spilling through the window caught their face as they steadied themselves against the wall, and recognition slammed into me like a physical blow, cold and disorienting. Silver hair. Silver eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, exactly as I remembered. The same old woman from the archive, the one who had vanished into black smoke after whispering four words that had haunted every quiet moment since. Catalina Niebla. The witch. "You," I breathed, dagger still raised, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it ached.

“Talia is...” “Her daughter,” Viktor confirms and even Tristan gasp, I had forgotten he was even there. “Do you remember I told you her mother died in the car accident? This is her and for some reason, her name seems to be coded, at least partially. Her real name was Naya much, and the accident that killed her is no longer looking like a tragic twist of fate, but something intentional.” Viktor words sink into my gut like a stone as I flip through the records of Talia mother. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would her name be on that flash drive? And why would Lucas boss want her dead?

She was a vampire, and yet she stood on the hallowed ground of a werewolf pack with the confidence of a queen. "Welcome," she said, her voice a rich, melodic silk that seemed to vibrate in the very air. She offered a small, knowing smile, revealing the elegant, lethal points of her fangs. "I apologize that the Alpha is currently occupied with pack matters; he was pulled away just before your arrival. You shall have to find my company sufficient for now. I am Arcelythe Vladimir Hyde, wife of Alpha Ynovar and Luna of the Veylor Pack. It is an honor to receive you, Herse Gavira and Gavriel Soltharic."

he added. “The dragon wolf, I'm really happy to finally meet you,” Dracula's voice rang out. “As expected, he knows me,” Melonie grinned, “Nice to meet you too.” “And of course, our soon-to-be Luna,” Dracula acknowledged and I smiled calmly. “I'll be off to introduce him to the others, I wanted to introduce him to you first,” Alpha Vargus muttered and I nodded in acceptance. **🥀** Unfortunately, it was time for the wedding, my wedding.

“There’s more. The scent on the corpses wasn’t just wolf. There was dragon shifter energy mixed in. This wasn’t the work of rogues. It was a hybrid—a powerful one.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is a big problem.” “Exactly,” Drake said. “We could be dealing with a hybrid who has the energy of both a vampire and a dragon. Or a wolf-vampire hybrid.” “They have names, you know,” Drake added. “What?” “A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits”

"We are mated to each other, alright? You have become my bride since we met." "Yes…" "What is her name?" "Huh?" Luna asked, acting confused. "You know what I am talking about. What is her name?" Luna lowered her eyes. "Alexa. Her name is Alexa." "Good," he said. "About being your bride, I haven’t even thought about it." Luna said, her heart racing. Being the bride of a vampire and the bride of a werewolf at the same time was going to be hard. She had accepted Adrian, and there was no way she was going to accept Ashford too. It was going to be hard trying to keep up with two personalities.

Vlad laughed softly as the general approached him with a raised hand. "I'm general Hank Marshall and I have a warrant for this woman, Ms Hera Constantine. We don't want any problems sir," Hank bellowed in authority. Vlad smiled and shook the offered hand. "This woman is my wife and the queen of the vampires, are you certain that there is a warrant for her arrest, Hank," Vlad asked. "And who are you, may I ask," Hank scowled angrily. "I am the true vampire king Vlad Drăculea," he grinned, bowing his head slightly and the guns left me and were directed at him.