Dracula Biting Novels & Stories

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

Lena dreamed of teeth. They sank into her neck again and again, dragging her down into fire. The pain was sharp, unbearable, but then it twisted into something else—heat spiraling through her body, curling in her belly until she writhed in the sheets, helpless. Shadows pressed close, golden eyes watching, a deep voice whispering mine, mine, mine. She woke with a gasp, clawing at her throat. Her skin was smooth beneath her fingers. No blood. No torn flesh. Just the phantom ache of his bite and a heat that burned beneath her skin as though her veins carried embers instead of blood.

Will she understand that I had to do it ? She won't . And I don't know for sure if I'll be able to convince her otherwise . "Look what you did to her.." Dracula bared his fangs at me . I was too busy staring at Alexis that I didn't see him coming when he grabbed my arm , twisted it and bit my neck from behind causing me to grunt with pain . I was about to pull away and bash his head against the wall but he retreated back himself and stared at me with disbelief . "Do you honestly think your bite could do anything but amuse me?" I asked him raising my eyebrow.

Drex snapped. Provoked by rage, the vampire attacked from behind with blinding speed, sinking his fangs deep into Drex’s back. “Argh!” Tom and Bob’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads. They were overcome with dread, knowing a vampire's bite could infect its victim with the curse. With a single hand, Drex reached back, grabbed the vampire by the scruff, and slammed him hard into the ground. He then leaped up, raining down a barrage of lightning-fast kicks.

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

A low growl tore out of Duncan's throat as his tongue dove further, greedily. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, causing her to scream; her body shook as pleasure rippled through her. Her back arched perfectly for his tongue to penetrate deeper. “Oh Gawd!… Your Grace!” she cried out, more fluidly, and Duncan drank it all in. He thrust his tongue in and out, his Lycan, Ash still raging inside him, too greedily.

Nausea twists in my stomach, but then that pain takes second to another as she sinks her fangs into my neck. I cry out, trying to jerk away. I’m tied to the chair and can’t go anywhere. My powers are useless with the warding. There’s nothing I can do to fight her. I feel my flesh pulling and tearing apart. When Lucas bites me, he carefully pushes his fangs through my skin, taking only what he needs. He’s as gentle as one can be while puncturing two holes in my neck, and there’s almost always something erotic about it. There’s nothing pleasurable about this. The vampire is biting me to cause pain. To drain me of my blood. To kill me.

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

He smacks the two sides of Samuel’s face and punches his throat. He bites Samuel’s neck and punches his face. The sphinx struggles to walk as Dracula beats him around the dance floor. Gabriel tries to restrain him from behind but he turns into a cauldron of bats. He materializes behind Gabriel and uses sharp talons to dig into his side. Gabriel groans as Dracula tears his flesh and blood stains his vest. Dracula lifts him up and slams him against the ground. He kicks his belly and stomps on him severely until Samuel smashes a bottle against his head.

"Wait, Dracula." She looked at me timidly as if concerned about my well-being. "Look at Emily's hands. She's trembling. She must be afraid of the pain." She turned to look at me, voicing her suggestion, "Why don't I bite you directly? It won't hurt as much." Her suggestion caused a commotion around us. Allowing a vampire to suck the blood of a werewolf directly meant that the werewolf was being treated as a domestic pet. It was blatant humiliation.