Novel & Cerita Bram Stoker's Dracula

The doctor studied me closely, trying to gauge my condition. "I think you should rest now, Your Majesty," he said. "You've been through a great deal of stress today. And, please drink blood. You are a vampire nor human, Your Majesty." "Thank you, doctor," I said, lying back on the couch, comfortably. "And thank you, Henry," I added, smiling softly at him. I watched as Doctor Gernald and Henry left the room. Vampire, huh? Though, Eleanor might have accepted the fact that I am a vampire. Didn't mean she wasn't disgusted by vampires in general.

The gruesome sight of their prey, lifeless and limp, sickened me. As I landed, the vampires halted their gruesome feast, their heads snapping in my direction. I could see the numbers: innocent people sprawled across the ground, some already dead, while others gasped for breath, huddled together in terror. A few of them had wet themselves in fear, the stench of urine mingling with the metallic scent of blood. “King Draven,” their leader sneered, a sickly grin stretching across his face. “What brings you to our little feast?”

His eyes burn bright with intensity, “Know that you won’t get that from me.” ​A breath slips from my parted lips. A feeling of exhilaration runs through me the moment his mouth comes in contract with the skin of my throat. His words are rusty, when he grates out, “There’ll be no one to hear you cry out tonight. No one but me.” His lack of hesitation, the disregard for any finesse or build up, leaves me utterly speechless. His teeth sink into my neck, and a gargled cry falls from my mouth, because at the exact same time, his large paw cups me right over my jeans.

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

It was frustrating, but she decided to stand back and just watch. She gasped when the tallest of the new vampires grabbed the Elder’s neck and snapped it, making him fall to the ground. Ruby let out a scream, which he couldn’t hear. She wasn’t sure if this Elder was dead or not; was it that easy to kill them? As if to answer her unspoken question, another of the vampires searched the elder and came across a silver stake which he soon plunged into his heart. Ruby felt weak; there was no doubt in her mind now, he was definitely dead.

He ask and Rosa smiled. “Well, it kinda reminds me of Count Dracula and after what you just did, I’m starting to believe you are one. You’re Dracula, aren’t you? You drink blood?” He chuckled. “ That’s a very ancient term, micuța mea. My kind prefer a much modern version of what you people say these days. Vampires. Plus the actual Dracula is not a blood sucking creature like I do, not yet though. He was a voivode first, a prince, powerful ruler who I once call great grand father."

With him were the last vestiges of his people. His Master and King, Dracula. His Young Lord and Prince Alucard And the Blood Succubus Lilith Each was blessed with such fine looks that it was difficult to qualify their appearance simply as handsome or beautiful. They could have lived like royalty by just relying on their looks but right now each sought to complete the task they had been given. Yet there were a few beasts that sought to hinder their progression.

Why hadn’t I noticed that before? The feel of my nipples hardening in response to my body’s discovery that my boarder was a sexy hottie reminded me that I was wearing a flimsy tee shirt with no bra. I quickly pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. “I never was able to figure out where that damnable vampires turning into bats story came from,” he said, mindless of my nipple dilemma. “Braham Stoker, I believe,” I mused as I sipped my cooled coffee.

He counted the number of wolves left and it was only the court members and their families. From the side of his left eye, he saw Ava and his mom. He turned to look at them fully and hurried to where his mom was, he hugged her immediately and she hugged him back, tears of joy dropping from her eyes. He had so much to say but couldn't say a thing as he stared at her with a wide smile. Dracula held eye contact with Ava and smirked evilly then teleported to Brooklyn's house. "Brooklyn we need to fight now" Dracula called out.

Inside laid the skeleton, with the silver stake in its heart. "Finally! The master will rise again!" Jason yelled and yanked the stake from it, the skeleton shook, then remained still. "Rise, master Vladimir Dracul! And claim your world!" The skeleton sat up, then grabbed Jason by his collar bringing him in it sank its fangs into his neck. "No! Master I brought you a worthy sacrifice!" "You have brought me yourself, you have been fooled by this woman" The eery voice came from the drinking corpse "Only with the blood of a worthy sacrifice can the tomb be opened, it was never about the followers!"