Dracula Audiobook Novels & Stories

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

Lucas told Arden and I as he injected himself. For over a minute, nothing happened. As Scott breathed a loud sigh of relief, Lucas spit out some blood. In a matter of seconds, he turned gray. His fingers nails elongated, his fangs nore define than usual. And, he was writhing about in his blood vomit.

the monstrous creature warned with a grim tone before suddenly disappearing altogether, leaving behind a somber and terrifying silence. A silence that she failed to maintain as that traitorous sob pushed past her throat, drawing the vampire's attention. Diana blinked away those hot tears pooling in her eyes, her gaze widening as she watched Nicholas turn and stare at her with a look that made those tiny hairs raise up on her body with alarm. Heart banging with with blood-freezing fear. He swiftly turned his body in one fluid move, leaning on one knee as he faced her. Ready to pounce. To attack. She could only let out a whimper at the sight of that, body scrambling as she prepared herself to

"A cosmic joke, you say?" The voice hummed thoughtfully. It was deep, smooth, and oddly soothing. Do wolves always sound this good? "Humans have now evolved so much, placing themselves above the supernatural? I find it rather appalling." The voice began to move around me. I could not see him, but I knew he was circling, and I turned repeatedly, trying to follow the sound without losing my balance. "Now, be attentive, little one. This is the last time I shall appear to you, and my time is nearly spent."

Dracula's laughter echoed across the room. Every chuckle was like a crack of thunder, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. "No...no...no," Melissa whispered, her voice barely audible, as she glanced down at her trembling hands. Dracula leaned forward, his breath cold against her ear. "You lose, my dear," he whispered. "Again." The room went dark, and Melissa's world went black. When she came to, she was back in the torture chamber, the pain and the fear still lingering. Dracula stood over her, a cruel smile on his face.

When he was completely drained and rendered useless, she stood up and kicked his face. "You are nothing compared to me now," Audrey taunted the weakened healer, reveling in her strength. "I am the true master of these powers, and I will use them to achieve my goals." With her newly gained powers, Audrey's thirst for more power intensified. She was no longer content with being a mere follower; she craved dominance over the realm. Audrey's thirst for power now led her on a relentless path of destruction. With the stolen powers of the Black Healer, she would now become a formidable force, leaving a trail of chaos in her path. Her obsession with the journal and the ring would drive her to commit

he ordered them and they picked her up again, dragging her inside. Kyra woke up to the sound of people talking and she groaned a little, feeling her head banging. The people were still talking and when she read the room, she realized they were not just talking, but arguing. She soon heard loud angry murmurs and she moved her eyes to look around the room which was huge and brightly lit with torches everywhere. The room was filled with vampires, all dressed in black, and they moved around the room, talking to each other. The angry murmurs grew loudly in the room and unlike Athens, she felt pure evil and darkness here.

the pale man named Morbius Draven answered in his usual cold voice and started washing his hands that were fully prepared for him. Morbius Draven was not aged and still looked in his 40s as he was a vampire duke in his own land called El Mezzanotte. He cold and ruthless vampire of his own land. He was not afraid of tainting his own hands with blood, especially when his subjects were on the line. He can be anyone's notorious nightmare in their lives. "Understood, I will get our family doctor to check it before sending it off to the hospitals." Rizal, his head butler bodyguard politely responded before handing a clean towel to his master.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

He wouldn’t be able to use me, and all of this would be for nothing. I almost invited death to come. As this vampire drank from me, something had changed in his overall demeanor. He completely tensed and he pulled away from me as if I had just struck him. But I hadn’t moved. I heard his voice, deep and angry, but I didn’t hear what he was saying. But I knew he was speaking; was he talking to someone? Had Ryan returned? I wished I could move so I could see what was going on. I heard other muffled voices and then something that sounded like fighting.