Bram Stoker Dracula 1897 소설 & 이야기

He was still breathing, holding his slashed neck with his arm as he raised the other one towards me, trying to stop me from doing what I was about to do. "When your fellow hunters see this, they'll know I'm not a force to reckon with. I'm Adonis, a fucking vampire who has lived for two hundred years. Do you think I lived that long just to get killed by a loser like you?" The first thing I did was to hit him on the head with the iron stake, making him lose consciousness completely. The last thing I did was dig the iron stake into his heart the same way he would have done to me if he had the chance.

“Agatha, is it?” When she nodded, he said, “Please forgive me, but this is a lot to take in. Do you know what year it is now?” “By the look of thy attire, I assume I am in the future,” she said boldly. “Pray tell. What year might this be?” “It is the year two-thousand-seventeen,” Edwin said softly. Agatha emitted a low whistle. “’Tis no wonder my shield weakens. Curse these vampires for their longevity of life.”

What kind of religion was that? “Yes.” He pointed at me with an honest smile. “Each species of the underworld has its own history, but I will start with my species.” “Many years ago, possibly thousands, there was a pandemic. All the inhabitants of the earth were beginning to die. First the fever would appear, then people would cough until their lungs collapsed. By then, few species had been created due to advances in medicine. It was at that moment that someone they called Dracula was born. It was a normal name for the time, although if someone had that name today they would suffer a lot of bullying.”

“Wait, did I just let a corpse fuck me?” I burst out laughing and shake my head. “You really know how to fucking ruin a moment, don’t you?” I say, trying to stop another bout of laughter bubbling to the surface. “Christ, Katherine, what the fuck?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Well, what do you expect with all the vampire lore floating about?!” she says. “You guys don’t have reflections either, that’s straight out of Stoker!” I tut. “Ah, that. The Count was being lenient when he let Bram go, knowing that he would spill our secrets.” I watch as her eyes widen at the news I’ve just dropped.

Night fell again and day dawned when they finally reached their destination. Zog saw through Lucifron's eyes and didn't realize where he was. The man said he served Dracula. If Zog remembered correctly, Dracua lived in Transylvania, which is in Romania, beyond the Atlantic, in Europe. There was no airport there, just a house that looked a lot like a packhouse, big and scary. Lucifron follows the vampire into the house, dragging the child. He entered a room, where a female vampire was sitting watching her son play with a black cat.

1807. Alexis smiled slightly seeing Adrian's smile which was clearly visible in the photo. But before long, Alexis' smile stopped. “One thousand eight hundred and seven? That means it was three years before Adrian turned into a vampire at the age of twenty-three, right?” Alexis put the photo frame back in its place. "I've never asked Adrian about it. How he ended up turning into a vampire. But do I have the courage to ask Adrian about that?” Alexis wondered.

His heart is still just like my own. I will not trust him. "We're not in a movie. Vampires are a made-up concept. And how corny would it be for them to exist in Romania, of all places, anyway?" "What can I say? Bram Stoker got everything wrong except the country." He shrugs and releases my hand, which I immediately pull back. "And we are strigois, the original version, not the fiction. Older than the movies and this country. True, we hate the sun, but we can endure it if need be."

“There is no time to waste, drink your potion, so the vampire can’t find you.” “Um, professor Van Helsing, didn’t you say that Vampires’ powers were weak during the day?” Her voice is so full, so small, and still sweet..... Deep is the wrong word, and lyrical is too. Full, maybe. Almost like she has a cold. With how tight her shoulders seem, it’s more that than her tone that indicates her stress level. “It’s not their natural time, however Dracula’s connection to you is deep.” His voice drops two octaves as if he’s trying to match the movie perfectly. “We must get you wed to Harker.” ‘Van Helsing’s’ phone chimes and even without the brightening of his screen, I can see his pupils are the siz

I say, "that if from today on I find another slave in this pack or any other pack Europe, I, Alpha Supreme Țepeș, will cruelly punish the pack and that pack's Alpha." That's right; I am Elena Țepeș, a direct descendant of Radu the Handsome. Everyone knows that Vlad Țepeș or Dracula is the father of all vampires, but not many know that Radu the Handsome was the first of all the werewolves. History says that Vlad Dracul, the father of Vlad and Radu, made a pact with the devil himself. The truth is that Vlad Țepeș made a deal with the Goddess of the night, and Radu a deal with the Goddess of the Moon. They made the deals so that they could save themselves from the hands of the Ottoman Empire. T

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.