Audible Dracula Cast Novels & Stories

I chuckled at her remark knowing well enough that Damon isn't the next Ted Bundy. "Don't worry, I know him." She gave me another skeptical look but let go of my hand anyway. I made my way to where Damon had motioned me and found him leaning against the wall next to the woman's bathroom. His black hair covering his green eyes, with one foot on the wall and the other one balancing him I had to take a small double-take. "Are you done eye fucking me?" his voice made me wake up from my daze and realize that I was openly staring at him.

he called out, his tone firm but controlled. Tristan hesitated, his eyes flicking to Damian before returning to me. He drew the dagger away from my neck, his face still twisted in anger, but his actions stayed. Stepping forward, Damian called out to the witch leader, his voice low and commanding. "Hela," he said, and she bowed her head slightly, her eyes cast downward in a gesture of submission. "My Lord Dracula," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She seemed to be scared of him, and the other witches seemed to share her fear. It was palpable, hanging in the air like a thick mist. I could feel it, and it only added to my own anxiety.

His gaze lingered on Lazarus long enough that Velma shifted forward instinctively, her fingers twitching like she was ready to throw hands with an Alpha if she had to. Dracula hissed under his breath, his dead eyes shifting between his son and the she-wolf, seeing what Alpha Nolan was blind to. Then Nolan's eyes snapped to me. "NIGEL VANDERWOLF," he roared suddenly, the sound cracking through the hall like a thunderstorm, "BOY, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO." My heart slammed so hard it hurt.

This woman is more interesting than I had first thought and the idea of making this woman my sex slave is more appealing to me than I would like to admit. “I am not going anywhere with you either.” The brave, yet foolish, human says through gritted teeth. If it wasn’t for the slight tremble I can see moving through her body, I would think that she was fearless in this moment. A snorted chuckle reaches my ears from just behind me, indicating that Dracula finds this situation more amusing than he found it when she spoke to him in this manner. “Until we meet again, my dear.” Dracula says, before disappearing in a cloud of bats that take off towards the open window to the right of the theatre.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone. What about folklore? Would a stake through the heart kill him? Did he hate garlic and fear churches? I went through my bookshelves, pulling out anything to do with legends and folklore – but that didn’t get me anywhere, either. Xander didn’t appear to be anything like the tales described; he wasn’t a hideous corpse from the grave. If anything, he looked more alive than I did. So….what do I know? Well, he was

Dracula walk slowly, he began to observe his environment I am so scared I dont know what to do, what if he finds me? it's only a matter of time I could see shadow he was definitely coming closer my heart begin to beat really really fast "what are you doing here?" said masculine voice lucky for me it wasn't me he was referring to, he was referring to one of the witches "sire I only came here so that I can do some dusting " "well I do not need to be disturbed right now"

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

The aura that Damien gave off was extremely dark as well as terrifying. This was the first time for Saveroth, the three vampire nobles who came with him namely Leonte Aur Vigoldi, George Jovan Rafferty, and also Marcin Osya, several high-level vampires, as well as hundreds of lower-level vampires saw Damien's Dracula form. “[Lastly … ]” Damien's voice that overlapped with the hundreds of voices of souls lost in the abyss of death was also the first time it sounded to all of them. "[... It's because you called me Lord ...]"

He held an air of ancient, terrible elegance. He smiled, revealing elongated canines. “My apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice a smooth, accented baritone. “But I couldn’t let the party end without making an appearance.” Before anyone could react, he moved. Not super-speed—this was something else. He teleported in a flicker of shadow, appearing right behind Amy, who was covering us from the doorway. His hand shot out, gripping her shoulder. She gasped, turning. “A pretty one,” Dracula murmured. And he bit down.