Dracula Bedroom Novels & Stories

He looks at me like he already owns the ending. I haven’t been inside his bedroom before, and I don’t particularly want to be going in there right now. I should have had a lot more champagne. It would be better to be unconscious for what comes next. The bedroom is obscene in its size. Vaulted ceiling, polished stone, a bed so wide it could hold an army. I can picture him thrashing around on it, surrounded by six naked women. Cashmere throws and silk sheets shimmer like an altar waiting for a sacrifice.

He trailed away, lingering his eyes on me before a sadistic smirk appeared on his face, causing me to flinch. "You're willing to fulfill my hunger." "Your room," Draven confirmed, opening a door to reveal a spacious and luxurious room with vintage yet contemporary furniture. The first thing that I noticed about my new bedroom was the large window, which seemed like the perfect way out for me to escape this godforsaken mansion. Everything was in black, including the painted walls and the luxurious chandelier that hung over my king-sized bed. The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up with a warm, peach-colored blanket with at least five pillows surrounding the headboard.

He opened one of the double doors and walked in. Kat stepped hesitantly in, looking around to see if there was any chance of a window that opened. To her dismay she found there were no windows at all. This room was a sleeping den for a vampire where no light of day was allowed to enter. Kat half expected to see a coffin in the middle of the room, instead there stood proudly in the middle of the room a large black four poster bed, it was adorned with a black and gold inlaid bed spread with a black and grey flecked wolf skin rug draped over the bottom edge and thick expensive Egyptian cotton sheets also in black. The bed looked inviting and comfortable except that Kat could clearly see the ste

“Yeah and then to the historic district. The big wall going into the district, there on Avenue D, the theme is turn of the century.” “No monsters or cult classics?” Reese asked with a little chuckle. “Not this time. But I can probably put one in. No one has found Frankenstein in Ariel’s room yet.” “Now, I’m going to have to go look for him.” He admitted and then a thought struck him. “What’s in the twins room?” Dean laughed. “Elvira is in the nursery. Dracula is in the playroom. And there’s a zombie in your office.” She heard his chair move as he turned to look at the mural behind him.

I held my head as if I was trying to pierce something through, “Tomorrow would be peaceful.” **🥀** 🥀 LAVANYA'S POV 🥀 I walked towards my room, and when I stepped into it, I got the shock of my life. Dracula was in my room, sitting on my bed, with my pillow on his lap, half-naked. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “What are you doing here?” “I should be asking you that,” he responded, “Are you a pervert?” “This is my room!” I exclaimed.

She was on cloud nine to have found Ben. We got to a set of double doors that she very theatrically opened up. Making quite the production of showing off her room. She will be sad to see the accommodations at the palace. Not that the palace isn’t beautiful, it’s not quite this extravagant. Her room was more of what I expected when picturing a vampire. The black silk sheets matched the scarlet red room. Everything was either black or red, but the room was large enough it wasn’t suffocating. The furniture was black leather and even the massive vanity was a mostly black marble.

I made my way directly to Ricard’s chambers. I found him in his smaller rear chamber, stretched out upon his ornate four poster bed. Each of the bedposts was etched with incredibly detailed carvings of gargoyles and demons. The bed had no mattress, but the firm wooden platform was more than comfortable enough for a vampire. Ricard’s eyes were open, but they stared vacantly up at the cavern ceiling in what passed for vampire sleep. I stood silently in the chamber’s entrance, waiting for Ricard to acknowledge my presence. I did not have long to wait.

The crowd bowed to us before parting so we could make our way through. When we reached the master-suite Damon swung the door open turning on the light. I took a step in and was overwhelmed by the scent of fall. Looking around Damon had bought us and entire new Victorian bedroom set made out of dark mahogany. The drapes covering the window were a thin black lace so that the light could shine through in the morning. Turning to the bed our sheets were burgundy and felt like silk; and that’s when I saw the massive mural on the wall. Odessa Calla Lilies set in a witches skull. I walked to the wall tracing the skull, I still didn’t know why I found this so intriguing. “If you don’t like it we can

“Yes. I’ll call you down if it’s safe.” I lift the heavy door and Zael whooshes past us into the gaping maw of darkness beyond. A few seconds later, light floods out of the hole. “It’s okay,” the vampire says. “Just a bunch of frightened children.” I go down first, followed by my wolves. I look around the room, shocked to the core of my being. The place is made of roughly hewn grey stone. It’s cold, damp, and mildewy. Against the walls, there are rows of bunk beds stacked to the ceiling, the paper-thin mattresses are covered with threadbare and filthy blankets. One long table with benches on either side takes up the rest of the room.

The moment we swung the bedroom door open, we both stayed dead on our track, our jaws dropping on the floor. Remember those creepy witches’ homes that you saw in movies? Well, this one was a lot creepier than that. There were at least a dozen skulls just laying on the ground and on two more on the dresser. Not all of them were humans either. I noticed at least two Lycans. There was no bed inside. Actually, there wasn’t any furniture besides the dresser. I looked at the ceilings and noticed the runes drawn up there and on the walls. “Thank goodness we didn’t step in immediately,” I muttered to myself. It would have been a catastrophe if we had. There were so many runes and spells there. Some