Dracula Bleh Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucy sobbed and whimpered, wriggled, and writhed in both physical and emotional pain as Dracula sucked out the blood from the dreadful wound in her neck once again for a few seconds before she gradually stopped. Then Trey’s voice was heard, saying “We’ll fade to blackout in three… two… one aaaand CUT. I love it. Anita, you okay?” Clayton pulled out his face from my neck and looked at me. He wiped tears from my face with his thumb, cupping the back of my head with the other hand. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered. I smiled slightly and sniffled while he pulled my hands to help sitting up, then whispered back “That’s okay, Clay,” before talking a little louder. “I’m okay, Trey. This guy’s Dracul

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

He said with a bitter smile. Clancy was well aware of that but his face was casual, not emotional nor was it emphatic. "You are going to kill me!" Dracula repeated expecting Clancy's response but nothing came "IF YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME, JUST DO IT ALREADY!" Dracula shouted at him but still didn't budge an attention in Clancy, the Dhampir just continue looking at him practically.

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

Drake asked as he shook hands with the brothers before he finally took his seat. "Our Dutchman here has gotten himself some catch and for the first time in forever, it seemed as though it's a strong catch because their little panky hanky charade has been going on for a week now if not more than." Raul narrated and I hate that I couldn't argue with him. For the most part, he was right. I've never been a playboy. The people I live with wouldn't even look at me twice but ever since I became a vampire, I've had my can't share of women no lies. But even at that, the few times I ended up with females on my bed, it was only for the time being, using one night but at most two. I was hardly photograp

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.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

A vampire asserting his claims on her like she was some little plaything to be owned was the last thing Nyx ever thought possible to excite her but when the words left his lips she had realized that she'd wanted nothing more than to be owned by them, shared between both brothers, used for their pleasure. Deep down inside, she somehow enjoyed the degradation, the humiliation Draven provided and it scared her.

I never went with him, but I was never against it. “I think I can handle it,” I answered as I continued to eat. “Good, because it gets bloody,” Nate said grimly. “I’m not squeamish,” I responded. “But can you handle the blood? I mean, you are a vampire after all.” He cracked a smile at my little joke. “It’s not animal blood I crave,” Nate said with a serious expression, sending a chill down my spine. “Behave,” Anna chuckled, shaking her head at him.

Blood pours from the vampire’s neck and it reaches up, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Can vampires bleed to death? I don’t think so, but he sure is acting panicked. Though even if he doesn’t die, that still looks painful. “Keep him still,” I tell my familiars, and lower my hand, letting the last of the magic fizzle out of the vampire in the leather jacket. Conjuring up another string of magic, I stand beside Lucas. The red magic in my hand illuminates his face, and it’s only then I fully appreciate the beauty in his rage.