Bram Stoker Dracula Book Novels & Stories

“I had no choice. He learned of my association with you and ordered me to summon you. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that there is no denying an order from Edmund.” “Who is he to you?” I demanded. “Besides the fact that he is a direct descendant of Dracula. A pure vampire. He is in charge of the vampires of North America,” she explained. “I thought that Dracula was a fictional character in a story book written by Brahm Stoker,” I said with disbelief. “You’re telling me that he actually exists?” She nodded. “Unbelievable,” I spat. “And the outfit? It’s pure Bela Lugosi.”

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

I stroked his head and it's eyes closed, purring away. “That's Elisabeta.” Michael said as he gave me the glass of liquor and I let out a snort, laughing at the name. Elisabeta was Dracula's wife before he was turned into a vampire in the book. He sat down on the other couch opposite of me and eyed me curiously. “What do you want with me?” I blurted out and I hurriedly took a gulp from my drink. The liquor burned my throat and I let out a cough after swallowing the big gulp, tears stinging my eyes. After waiting for my cough fit to end, Michael finally spoke. “This is not the life I wanted for you, Beatrice.”

Nina made sure that her father was not aware because if he found out, he would stop them from leaving on their own. Slamming a book against the desk, Amaya groaned as she flipped pages and pages. She wished that she would find out anything related to the cure for vampirism in any of the long history books in their home. “I have searched almost all the books there and I have a lead,” Hadrian professed. “Being a vampire makes me read stuff faster.” “You have a lead and I have been struggling to find a clue in one of these old rusty books.” He could read the frustration written on her face.

I knew my vampire lore. “Yes.” He sipped his drink without taking his eyes off me, as if he were Jonathan and I were Thena, lovers who endured incredible horrors and stood the test of time. “Dracula was a killer.” “Perhaps.” “Are you?” “I’ll let you decide, Thena.”

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

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

After a couple of hours pass, we are finally called for dinner where we are introduced to the rest of the horde. Nathalia's and Alec's horde is very small when compared to my own. But you can tell the strength of their warriors with one glance. When Nathalia and Alec enter the dining hall they are accompanied by a young werewolf. He is dressed in a white tunic with a bearskin cloak draped over his shoulders. A large battle-ax is strapped to his back. His long blonde hair is done up in five braids. Three small braids are positioned at the top of his head and two thicker ones line the sides of his head. He has a beard that is short on the sides but long and braided at the chin. His icy blue ey

The first man replied. (Pendragon; The Ones who Slays Dragon. Or more preferably, Dragon Slayer.) "Really?! Prince Dracula is really different from him. But why did the king love prince Arthur more than Prince Dracula?" "Don't you know? Prince Dracula is not the king's son. He's the son of the second vampire leader. The Psychic Vampire Lord. He's temporarily adopted as the son of the King, he's not his son." "That... Does that mean?" "Yes, Dracula is a Psychic Vampire!" The man said.

She knew that it was too late, and that she would certainly die. She braced herself for the horrible pain—but to her surprise, it didn’t come. Instead, she heard a horrible scream, and she looked over to see Blake standing there, to see that he had stepped in the way, and had taken the blow for her. The vampire had stabbed him, instead, right through the heart. Caitlin stepped up and chopped off the vampire’s head. As she did, her bracelet, the one Blake had bought her, fell off her wrist, to the ground.