Bram Stoker Dracula Book Novels & Stories

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 sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creatures, Spells, poison and lastly DRAGONS, each of this book included all detail information on spell, method, about ghost, warewolf, sorceress , way to tackle them and many more things, tree books included every detail on other supernatural things while one entire book was dedicated to Dragon. Out of curiosity, I picked up dragon book and started reading from beginning, I only finished two page when I felt someone’s presence behind me, I rapidly turned but found no one right. ‘THUD… THUD….’ two wooden pla

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

Tim was behind the wheel and Edwin was just closing his door when one of the vampires they’d just recently avoided grabbed the door to prevent it from closing. “Good evening, gentlemen,” he said as he poked his face so close to Edwin his head was almost inside the vehicle. “Would either of you happen to be Dr. Edwin Jameson?” Edwin was about to deny his identity when a third vampire came out from hiding dragging Linda by the hair. He shoved her onto the pavement before them and laughed. Edwin stared in horror at her bruised face and bloodied neck. “It took her a while to tell us about you,” the vampire holding the door said with a satisfied purr, “but she eventually came around. Now, if y

The flames bent sideways. The books rattled. The air thinned until every breath felt borrowed. Elias stepped between us. “Let her go,” he said again, steadier this time, as if he’d rehearsed the line alone in empty corridors. Dracula didn’t move. His hand still circled my wrist, not cruel, simply final. “You have served long enough to know when the house has chosen.” “It hasn’t chosen,” Elias said. “It’s hungry.”

Eve said. The thought sent me into thinking. What if they are right? Will my sacrifice be in vain? I thought. "Dr Francis, how sure are you about this?" I asked, trying to find something to convince myself to take the risk. "This book is an ancient book written by witches and werewolves. It dates back decades. I found it and kept it, thinking it might become useful someday," Dr Francis said. "I had used the information from this book to treat werewolf cases that ordinary science can't treat. If the book says that is what we must do, I believe that is what we need to do," he explained.

"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.

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

I had napped for a brief period before I was back in the library, surrounded by books and papers and cold tea. Roxanna's writing was far more elegant than my own, a beautiful swirl of words, but I almost didn't need to read them to know what they say. It was like I'd written them myself. Except for one. A small piece of paper that was tucked away in an original copy of Dracula, a gift from Mina Harker, a friend to Roxanna, and Bram Stoker who'd written it after hearing the tale from Johnathan and Abe themselves over a feast, and too much wine.

Sonia explained. “Well, it turns out that the first vampire is known as Dracula. According to this book, Dracula was a person but it is recorded that his abrupt becoming a vampire is unexplainable. It is also stated here that Dracula came in contact with a human and turned her accordingly. Also, he is said to have birthed three children; Seth, Mometh, Sacropheth. Today all three are territories in the vampire kingdom” Leo finished explaining the book summarily to Sonia who was sitted listening quietly.