Bram Stoker's Dracula Novels & Stories

She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote in large capital letters, the word IMMORTALITY. "I understand that next week you will be moving away from Shakespeare and jumping into Gothic horror literature ... just in time for Halloween." General interest spiked. Halloween was a favorite holiday for most students. Me? My life was already a nightmare. Who needed costumes when real monsters were already roaming our town? "By any chance, has anyone read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde?" asked Mrs. Jackson. Students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand. "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?"

He gives out orders to his subordinates and he laughs as his project comes to a successful end but there is one happier than he is as this project comes to an end. He stands behind the old scientist who is unaware of his presence, the lights of the room reflect against his black silky hair and his dark eyes hold a hint of happiness in them. This tall man places his hands on the shoulders of this old scientist, “Professor, the smile on your face tells me I am about to hear good news” Dracula says and the smile on the professor’s face vanishes like the wind. “Sir,” he turns around to face his employer, “Yes, the project is successful and the body is ready. This is a revolutionary breakthrough,

To her dismay, she found nothing. Bruce slowly circled Dragomir as he looked for an opening. His eyes met Tatyana’s for a brief exchange of emotion. He was at a loss of what to do. He threw his head back and howled his frustration. His love was being held captive by the son of Dracula, one of the oldest and strongest vampires in existence, and he was exhausted and feeling helpless to do anything.

Dracul quietly observed Vlad’s ever increasing evil ways of dealing with his enemies with great interest. It seemed trading his soul to a vympire who’d morphed into a being of darkness somehow connected Vlad to that darkness. When Vlad was thrown into prison after being severely wounded and captured by his enemies, his good friend the count -who was a general in Vlad’s army- traded places with him in hopes of saving Vlad’s life and eventually being rescued by Vlad once Vlad recovered. When Dracul arrived at the dungeon to claim Vlad’s soul and found the general there in his stead, he was furious. He accused the count of conspiring with Vlad to cheat him out of claiming his soul. No ma

"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.