His Royal Breeder
One of the soldiers outside let out a cry that was cut short by a wet, tearing noise.
"They are here," Zayn whispered, his face turning pale. "The first wave. But these aren't vampires."
I walked to the window, my hands beginning to glow with that bright red light. Through the mist, I saw shapes moving.
They were tall, thin, and had too many limbs. They looked like skeletons wrapped in rotting skin.
"Shadow Stalkers," Zayn growled, stepping beside me and shifting his arm into a massive, scaled limb. "These must be demons that serve Dracula to stay in this world. i have read about them in the myths."