Novel & Cerita Bram Stoker's Dracula

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

They cannot walk in sunlight, garlic repels them and the only way to kill them is by staking through the heart or beheading. Fast-forward six hundred years to the early 1700's when humans and vampires raged war. Vampires wanted to rule the world and have the humans as slaves. One day, while the vampires took refuge from the sun, a small group of soldiers under Queen Anne entered the vampire castle. They managed to find their way to the vampire King and Queen's chamber. They open the coffin they thought was the King and ran a stake through the heart of the Queen.

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated. He was sealed, still conscious, inside a coffin, a cruel torture to inflict on anyone. Seven thousand years passed. The seal weakened, and Dracula was finally freed. All that time, being trapped but aware, had driven him mad. He discovered that by sharing his blood, he could create creatures like himself vampires. During this time, he met Luca Giovanni, Lorenzo's grandfather, an immortal werewolf. Luca had somehow killed Syrax, the dragon of fire, and taken his power for himself achieving immortality. How he did this remained a mystery even till this day.

A figure stood beneath the portico, exactly where the light met shadow. “Miss Blackthorne,” he said, voice low and precise. “Welcome. You have come far.” Dracula. He was not what stories promised—neither ageless nor cruel in the obvious way. His presence felt older than beauty, colder than danger. He offered his hand without crossing the line where the candlelight ended. When I took it, his skin was cool, almost humming with stillness. “I was invited,” I said. “Were you?” His mouth curved faintly. “Some invitations are doors pretending to be paper.”

Bela Lugosi's portrayal of Dracula has influenced how many people picture vampires. The most famous vampire is, of course, Bram Stoker's Dracula, though those looking for a historical "real" Dracula often cite Romanian prince Vlad Tepes (1431-1476), after whom Stoker is said to have modeled some aspects of his Dracula character. The characterization of Tepes as a vampire, however, is a distinctly Western one; in Romania, he is viewed not as a blood-drinking sadist but as a national hero who defended his empire from the Ottoman Turks.

He was still breathing, holding his slashed neck with his arm as he raised the other one towards me, trying to stop me from doing what I was about to do. "When your fellow hunters see this, they'll know I'm not a force to reckon with. I'm Adonis, a fucking vampire who has lived for two hundred years. Do you think I lived that long just to get killed by a loser like you?" The first thing I did was to hit him on the head with the iron stake, making him lose consciousness completely. The last thing I did was dig the iron stake into his heart the same way he would have done to me if he had the chance.

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.

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.