Novel & Cerita Bram Stoker's Dracula

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

I knew my vampire lore. “Yes.” He sipped his drink without taking his eyes off me, as if he were Jonathan and I were Thena, lovers who endured incredible horrors and stood the test of time. “Dracula was a killer.” “Perhaps.” “Are you?” “I’ll let you decide, Thena.”

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Months later my dad had settled down, he frequently teleported to Asia to see his newly wedded wife, they had fun together, he also narrated the happenings of the previous months to Katherine, That year Tania (my mom) gave birth so did Katherine, my mom gave birth to my little sister Annabelle, while Katherine gave birth to my step brother Troy, my day became very excited, his happiness knew no bound 12 years in the Old world is equivalent to a year in the New world, Katherine and Troy had departed to New York City for settlement, 60 years later in Judi Realm and 5 years later in Earth Realm, I was 108 years then (9 years old) while Anna was 60 (5 years old) together with Troy, my dad told u

Damian I saw Myra let out an inaudible gasp. She didn't expect me to be a by-product of a human and a vampire. "But aren't vampires...turned?" I leaned one side against the windowsill, looking out at the starless night. I let out a shirt, humourless chuckle. "No. That's a misconception. A long time ago, vampires stopped turning humans into hybrids. That's what we call them. When a vampire drinks a human's blood then they usually drain the human out and kill them in the process."

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

"If you don't want to help, I will!" I started walking. I hadn't taken three steps before the sun suddenly disappeared. The sky darkened a bit as if it was going to rain. I looked at a man with blue eyes. I was surprised to see that vampire. "Who is he? He's handsome!" "Oh my god! Is that what we will see here at school? I'm not leaving!” “Is that Craven? Oh Em Ghieeeee!” I heard the screams of female vampires. They are like cockroaches and bees. My God! They are a pain in the ears!

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."