Bram Stoker's Dracula Novels & Stories

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

“If no one wants the labor, there is always the blood.” My stomach dropped at his words. The vampires around me immediately became interested again. The auctioneer continued, “And you know the quality we provide. Freshly collected, properly stored, and never kept longer than necessary. We make sure every bottle reaches you at its best.” The vampires began shouting again, trying to raise their voices over one another, but all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. So this was how humans lived here. This was what Mavros had refused to let me see.

“As you may know, my team has lost many members attempting to annihilate the monster who resides in the castle atop this mountain. We have chased him from country to country, continent to continent, and now he has returned home to his castle in Wallachia. We hope that we can contain him with our sheer numbers and then find a way to finally put him out of his misery. “The name of our mark is Dracula, also known as Vlad the Impaler.” The crowd gasped collectively, but the expected whisper that often follows such a response did not occur, and she continued. “We know that he has returned from hell, and because of his time spent on the other side, his power has grown strong. He is full of tricks

“No, I said the book wasn’t true. I said Stoker got most of it right, but not all of it. But, yes, Dracula was very real.” “And you helped hunt him down?” “Not as much as I would have liked, but yes. I was there for part of it. Along with Van Helsing and the others.” “Van Helsing was a real guy?” “Yes, she was real.”

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

I'm a direct descendant of Dracula. - Dracula was never the first of the vampires nor a pureblood. He was a half-breed. Dracula was simply the biggest idiot of all time, letting humans know of his existence through the bloodbaths he caused. Impaling humans, drinking from them until they kill them, creating half-breeds after half-breeds, He only caused destruction. Dracula's bloodthirsty reputation, that all humans know whether they believe in his existence or not, only serves to fill books and films. He was the worst thing that happened to our species.

An image of the girl drawing water out of a well appeared on the mirror and Dracula got to his feet. "Isn't that a sacred well?" Asked Dracula as he squinted an eye at the mirror. "This girl must be a witch. No mortal has gone there alive. Another atrocity has been committed." "Master, why don't we await her return before we strike?" A man who appeared to be younger chipped in and they all agreed. "If she doesn't make it back then it'd save us the stress." ********* Dracula pruned the shrubs that surrounded the entrance of the temple with his whole heart, preparing to have his private time with the devil as he always appeared to him to talk about overcoming the world.

The remark brought a smattering of laughter from the class. Dr. Clerval smiled. “A poor joke, I know, but one that amuses me.” He shuffled forward to the front of the dais. “Let's have some fun before we get more serious. Another show of hands. How many of you fine young students have read the original Dracula, by Bram Stoker?” Leesa looked down on perhaps half as many hands this time. “Fewer hands, that's obvious,” the professor said. “What else do you notice?”

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.

My body froze. Did they notice me? “What?” “What did you hear?” “So… I heard that Dracula is really picky. And I don’t mean ordinary picky, I mean extra picky. Now is a critical time when we need him most, but he won’t wake up unless the blood is enticing enough, which explain why the brothers have been bringing in several beings, including werewolves, taking their blood into bowls and placing them near his coffin, hoping he’ll crave one and wake up, but nothing’s worked. I even heard that, out of desperation, they’ve started grinding werewolf hearts and mixing it into the blood. But still, no reaction,” the vampire continued, voice dropping even low with wonder. “Can you imagine that level