Best Dracula Books Novels & Stories

I did the research. On my whole lower arm, these are my favorite monsters in fiction: Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and course, a zombie. If you can see more closely it's a picture of me—zombified. Aww, thanks so much, Zeke. It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie.'

he asks. “Why, I saw it in the book I got from the library. While I was looking for a way to stop the hex, I got distracted and started to read about Drakorya’s history. I had to read it anyway, Cassandra’s orders.” I roll my eyes, that woman is stricter than my teachers back in high school. “Oh,” he says. “Why? Am I not supposed to have learned about that creature and how that vampire was the ruler of Drakorya before your ancestor took over?”

He beams at me and gives me a thank you before shutting my door and loading our luggage. “You’re so gooey,” Melanie chuckles and smirks from her seat beside me. I roll my eyes and look down at the reports stacked on the console. The driver begins to drive as I pick them up to read. **** I must have been asleep as I wake up at the rough shoving of Melanie. She huffs from beside me as I snap my eyes to her. Vampires are not known to need sleep, but personally I enjoy it. It’s dreamless and passes the time. It also means a break from looking at countless words on reports.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

He fluttered his eyes and gazed at the book instead. “Why do you say it’s Dracula? ‘Zalmoxis’ is a Dacian god from what I know.” “You know this book?” she asked, surprised. “Yes. I read extraordinary books as my pastime, too. I am interested in other topics besides those given at school. So, why do you think it’s Dracula we’ll meet?” “It is because I constantly hear his name in my head.” Elise just stared at the book she was holding and spoke again.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

She gave Zeda an amused but concerned look. “Yeah, I guess.” The truth was, she hadn’t. “How’s your hand now, Drav?” Draven flexed his arm muscle. “Good as new.” Just then, the werewolf girl came back with a thick, brown book with the title written in gold. “This is the book you’re looking for,” she said, handing Zeda the book. Her hands were still shaking. “Yeah, thanks,” Zeda smiled. The girl hurried away. “You’re reading about werewolves?” Rose looked surprised.

Dracula. I thought I heard the name somewhere. Yes right, the bloodthirsty king had told me the story of Dracula, the man who made a deal with the Devil. Grabbing the book I looked at its front. It was bound in brown old leather and smelled of dust. I slowly opened it, the pages were cracked and barely holding together. As I looked at the page the first word I read was Draco. Draco, it was what the bloodthirsty king called Lucian.