Bram Stoker's Dracula Novels & Stories

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

He had thought that was all it would entail but if only he knew. It hadn't been more than a minute when the pain had begun. If Scott had thought vomiting due to the human blood was death, whatever Lucas had made him drink was hell. For more than 3 hours, his vampire blood and demon blood fought over domination. It got to a point when Scott had thought death would be a better option compared to what he went through.

“I overheard Mother speaking to the High Priest of the Circle of the Crescent Moon. These killings—” “There’s been more than one?” “Two women have been found with their throats ripped out and then their bodies burned. Both murders have happened under the cover of dark.” “Killed at night and throats ripped out?” My chest tightens. “Sounds like a vampire.” Evander shakes his head. “If the bodies hadn’t been burned, we would have assumed so. But vampires don’t typically burn their victims.” “Right. That’s more the style of a witch hunter.”

“Sick. My head is killing me.” Declan stepped into the room, sitting next to her on the bed. “Here--” he handed her a bottle of blood --“we are in Eros’s castle – there are no humans here, it’s just us.” “Who are us?” “Just our family. Eros and his descendants I guess we can say.” “Where are we?” Declan chuckled, “You are never gonna believe this. Transylvania.” Aster almost choked on the blood. “Seriously?” “Yeah. Close to the place where the first witch made the vampires.”

HAYDON There was a strange pull I felt as my bike passed a large, metallic gate which gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was the same pull I had been feeling for the past week, and it was the same pull that was driving me crazy and led to me being sent here in the first place. I broke suddenly and got off of my bike, my feet carrying me closer towards the intimidating mansion. At first I thought about ripping the gate from it’s hinges and then walking in. I then, however, inspecting the home more closely and realised that I recognised the gate and the mansion. How could I not, in such a dull and dreary neighbourhood. It all belonged to the famous Drackon family- One of the most influenti

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

She'd attack me with her fangs and pointed nails and she wouldn't wait a second to drink my blood and he started the car. "Oh! Come on dad. It was your plan. You told me yesterday that you got bored of eating mum's cooked food.She already drinks your blood everyday by scaring you like an angry bird. Anyways, if she is a vampire then you are also the leader of your pack and your brave daughter is always with you." She gave a high-five to her dad. "Wait, wait. You said my brave daughter. Where is my brave daughter? " He asked and turned back to see.

“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.”

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.

I bawled, moving the fringe of my hair with my finger. Those eyes kept reminding me of the previous years of war with him, when I was only 17 years old and Dracula was on everyone's lips. His evil deed was all everyone felt and talked about. From the story I heard about him, he had travelled to the forbidden tomb of Lucifer and offered his soul to the devil, who in return turned him into a cruel, powerful monster and gave him thousands of disciples. With them, he created the demon clan, who became a terror to everyone as they killed countless people at his order.