Novel & Cerita Dracula Bleh

“And why did you phrase it like that?” “Well, I know there have been a lot of people who know about the blue moon portal who believe that something evil will also come through, but I don’t know what the evidence is to support that Dracula was actually Vlad the Impaler returned from the dead. He could’ve just been one bad ass dude.” “Have you talked to Aaron about it?” she asked, curious about the difference of opinions.

She said inwardly as she quickly walked back to her room. After the intense sex, Camilla held onto Sebastian on the bed. "That was good" she said biting her lips while looking into Sebastian's eyes. "Yes but something bad is about to happen" Sebastian said and Camilla blinked repeatedly and before she could ask why he said that, Sebastian moved quickly and she felt something sharp sinking into her neck. She wanted to scream but instead tears fell out of her eyes as she felt Sebastian sucking her blood. "What...are you? Camilla asked while crying. She had heard about stories of vampires but never believed it. Even now, she wished it was a dream. A bad dream. Pulling away from her neck, Sebast

He then lodged the same protest. "Then what about Dr. Ellen’s opinion?" Dr. Miller turned his attention to the woman who had not opened her mouth since the beginning of the conversation. She looked uncomfortable and hugged herself, as if she wanted to protect herself. After all, remembering Mila who intended to attack her three days ago made her shudder in horror, as it left a trauma on her. Before this, Ellen had never seen a vampire in a defensive or brutal condition. Therefore she was very scared to know what Mila could do to her if only Dr. Drake wasn't there.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

“There’ve been whispers. Nothing solid. Just… rumors. There was one I’d heard about a grave.” My brow arched. “A grave?” “Yes. An empty one. They said two corpses lay on either side, drained dry. Whoever stumbled on it swore it was linked to Dracula himself.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Dracula? Really? That’s the story floating around? Most of those tales are campfire trash meant to spook kids.” Her frown deepened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered in her gaze. “Maybe. I’ve never seen a vampire myself. Tell me the truth are they trying to spark another war?”

Didn’t pull away. She looked down at my hand for a second, then back at me, steady-eyed. That was enough. More than enough. She was still with me. “You’re not allowed to have a bunch of wives,” Natalie blurted out, completely out of nowhere. I blinked. “What?” “Dracula,” she said, like it was obvious. “He had wives—three of them—in that Van Helsing movie.” We both burst out laughing. Leave it to her to reference vampire pop culture in the middle of our reality check. This wasn’t a movie—but somehow, Natalie always managed to bring the absurd into perspective.

Maybe they'll back out from their plan. "Ugh, come on, Blair! Make it two, and that's the final. BE THERE OR BE THERE!" Drea asserted and was about to enter her car, annoyed. "Alright, I'll be there at four. Buh-bye!" I affirmed and skipped to my baby. "BLAIR!!" They both exclaimed. And I just laughed at them while waving them goodbye. Alright, tomorrow at ten. --- As I arrived home, I went to the fridge and drank blood. I often drink blood now because every night I need to be a vampire, and you know why. I just need a lot of energy.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.