Dracula Bedroom Novels & Stories

That moment Daniella told her about was now! She was prepared. She knew what was about to happen. The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine color of gray and black, it was dimly lit-mode lightening and Lucia found herself standing a few feet away from the large king-sized bed.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

What exactly did I do wrong? I noticed the vampires in the room moving towards a door behind the dancing stage as king Damien stood up. “I’ll be right back,this is really important” he said and walked towards the room. .. .. I wonder what they’re going to do inside, maybe it’s sucking of blood. I walked round the room as several human slaves danced and did other things for fun. “Hi, you must be Alexa” a lady asked as I nodded and looked around. I didn’t even know the time we got home,all I know Is that this place was secluded.

I finished. After emphasizing that Alexander needed his rest, I turned and left the room, walking down the hallway again before catching a familiar scent. Nicholas and Lucy were a few doors down, and within moments, I entered the room. My gaze swept over the walls, which had black floral designs painted on them. The entire vibe was gothic, including a side table with a carved stone dragon holding up the glass. Definitely Nick's room. I focused on the two in the bed. Lucy was in Nick's arms, fast asleep, but the vampire himself was awake. He looked up at me, not bothering to wipe away tears that were streaming from his eyes.

I added slyly as I made my way into the bedroom. He stood in a place for a moment longer before following me into the room. I was astonished at how big the big room was. It had a king-sized bed with a ton of dressers. There was also an attached bathroom which I was relieved to see. Like everything else in the villa, his furniture was dark, and his curtains were closed tightly, making the room appear gloomy. I now understood that it was because the sun makes vampires ill, but I wasn’t a vampire and I wasn’t going to keep this room looking gloomy.

there were a few creepy antique dolls stop his old antique bookshelf, framed old photos that were neither him or his parents, curiosities,a broken skull and what the heck? who would want to sleep beneath a blanket with the illustration of a naked frightened mermaid? the therapist snooped on a drawer, found odd boxes and candles. "hate to tell you this."Mrs Cain said"as badly as I miss him I detest being in his room.it reminds me of everything..." Dr montoya smiled"he's a goth kid." "I know, I know. that's the scarier thing, isn't it?" there were dream catchers, more animal skulls on the window , dead tree branches and dried roses.

Otherwise, nobody knows what might've happened to his men. He lets out a deep sigh, lying his head back to his relaxing chair. The dim light is relaxing but at the same time, the gloomy atmosphere in the room is making him anxious. Clicking his tongue he states his dissatisfaction, "Which idiot decorated the study with dim lights?!" Unfortunately, it was him who had ordered the use of dim lights, so that the room resembles Count Dracula's room. He was so obsessed with purity among the vampires that he forgot the importance of individuality. And now he's suffering from a headache.

He was eager to get it over with but dreading it at the same time. Dracula stormed into the study, moving past Dragomir as if he wasn’t there. He didn’t stop until he’d reached his large mahogany desk at the far side of the room. He took a decanter of blood that Dragomir had the foresight to order brought in and filled an ornately gold trimmed crystal goblet. Dragomir waited for his father to down the blood before clearing his throat. “I am fully aware of your presence, Dragomir,” Dracula snapped. His eyes blazed a fiery red as he glowered at his eldest son. “It better be something good bringing you here. I have had a very bad start to my evening and do not wish for more irritation.”

I’m not playing into the bad Hollywood view of vampires as sparkly-skinned or wearing puffy sleeves. “Fine. Let me shower and get dressed. No better expect me to be social and perky before I’ve had at least one blood bag.” I grumbled, throwing back the covers. “Perish the thought.” Sage giggled, turning the light on. I narrowed my eyes as I looked around the bedroom, wrinkling my nose at the blue walls, the mural that wrapped around the room between the wall and the recessed ceiling, the lattice on the walls by the patio doors, and the gold naked-ish woman chandelier. I know it’s impolite to speak ill of the dead—oh, I hope whoever designed this place’s interior is dead—but wow, this is the

“Just through here.” I mumble a quick sorry and enter the room. It’s huge. Dante’s room is dark and minimalistic. Bookshelves line the walls and I can glimpse a bed farther into the room. I don’t have time to admire the room because Luca speaks again. “You can rest up here while Dante deals with you know what. The bathroom is just down there. I’ll have someone bring a change of clothes for you.” “Thank you.“ So is this it? I walk further inside and find a couch to sit on. It’s black and follows the overall theme of the room. Even the carpet and curtains are dark. What is he, a vampire?