Book Review On Dracula Novels & Stories

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?”

I was 15 years old then and I realized that one had to sell their soul to Lucifer and also do a lot of evil to get those powers, so I never cared to read further because the more one reads it, the more the heart demon from the book gets one obsessed with powers. I had buried the book and ran back home. Some weeks later, I returned to the tomb with a lighter which I used to burn it up. I was glad no one got hold of the book. It gave me the power to rule the universe, but at the same time, it turned a werewolf into Lucifer on earth, and that would control the minds of everyone, thereby making me the ruler of all. I felt shivers run through me as it dawned on me that Dracula must have read some

I took the book and opened it instinctively, the pages were old and the letters were in a different language but in my eyes the words started to form and translate themselves, how? I don't know but this is certainly the book I'm looking for. Vampire Dynasty The first rulers of the vampire world emerged with the arrival of Count Dracula in the third millennium B.C. Since then, his descendants have ruled the Night World ... Reading this excerpt kept me on alert, it was like I was about to discover something relevant and then I read it.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

"Don't trust anything." We followed Dracula inside. The castle's interior was exactly as I remembered, gothic, elegant, and slightly menacing. Candles burned everywhere despite the fact that electricity clearly existed here. Portraits of people who were probably dead lined the walls. And everywhere, there were vampires. Watching us. Whispering. "They're staring," Marcus whispered. "They're hungry," Erina replied. "Stay close to me. They won't attack while I'm here." Dracula led us through winding corridors until we reached a massive library. Books covered every surface, floor to ceiling. Some looked ancient, bound in leather that might have been skin. Others glowed with their own light.

Besides, I am getting used to how odd he and Morana can sometimes be. Thankfully my classes seem to go by faster than normal, so before I know it, I find myself sitting at the fountain alone, waiting for Morana. I visited the library in between classes and checked out a few books since mine are at my house and Alec doesn't want me going there to get them. He says it's not worth the risk. I am reading Dracula by Bram Stoker now. I am so caught up in the book that I did not notice Andras's approach. I am so startled when he suddenly sits down beside me that I drop the book.

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

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.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and she was sure that any unfortunate person who came into contact with him would be captivated. He was a vampire, and Draven was right that they were beautiful; if she hadn't been with Draven, she would have been taken and drained of all her blood ages ago. “It’s a beautiful place,” Myra muttered, watching the dark stone walls of the ancient manor. There was an enchanting, yet thrilling aura about the build; from the old gargoyle statues by the roof to its towering steps, everything screamed elegance with an edge of danger. Without a doubt, Draven walked in front of her, with her following behind. Her eyes stared with wonder, but her fatigued shoes from t