Dracula Bleh Novels & Stories

Rena chuckled and glared teasingly at Viktor. "You're a Badblood for sure" Niko said, who stood on the shadows a little far away from Viktor, leaning at the cold stone wall, his arms crossed at his chest. His voice was hard and deep, full and low. Very manly. "No ordinary humans bleed gold. You just don't know your ability yet and that golden blood is a clue" Serra stared at him. She seemed lost in his words and swallowed. His curly hair waving in his forehead, covering his eyes. His muscles was hard and firm in the dim light

Please let my sister go she cried Don't you dare say that again cause he can't do me anything Crystal said to Karen No stop it Crystal let's beg him to free us, I can't allow anything happen to you Karen cried Crystal, what a beautiful name that fits the owner Lamia exclaimed Little girl stop crying, I won't hurt your sister I promise Lamia told Karen and she believed him and stand to her feet and smiled at Lamia Lamia loosen his hold on Crystal and she dragged her hand and gave Lamia a bad look You should not try that next time cause it's dangerous beauty, you smell human but always lie about being a vampire I smell human? Crystal asked and fear gripped her

I let out another gasp as the realisation of who I was with dawned on me. He was a vampire! Oh my goodness! Was this real? I pinched my cheeks hard so I could wake up from whatever dream I was in. But I was awake. Right in front of a vampire who gasped for breath. I stared at him as my bottom lip trembled. Watching him gasp for air like that perturbed me. Was he dying? According to the movies I'd watched, vampires were immortal beings who only got killed by the sun or some poisonous plant named vervain.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“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.

I growl. I put the knife to my mouth and cut into my left cheek and sliced upwards. Blood begins to pour. “Like I said. I feel nothing!” I laugh. Xane and Alex stand and watch in horror. “So if you wanted to do anything else, it won’t bother me one bit!” I yell as I slice my right cheek. “Dude! He’s just gave himself a Chelsea Grin! What the hell!” Alex screams. I laugh hysterically. “Do you not want your knife back?” I chuckle.

The first man replied. (Pendragon; The Ones who Slays Dragon. Or more preferably, Dragon Slayer.) "Really?! Prince Dracula is really different from him. But why did the king love prince Arthur more than Prince Dracula?" "Don't you know? Prince Dracula is not the king's son. He's the son of the second vampire leader. The Psychic Vampire Lord. He's temporarily adopted as the son of the King, he's not his son." "That... Does that mean?" "Yes, Dracula is a Psychic Vampire!" The man said.

To her dismay, she found nothing. Bruce slowly circled Dragomir as he looked for an opening. His eyes met Tatyana’s for a brief exchange of emotion. He was at a loss of what to do. He threw his head back and howled his frustration. His love was being held captive by the son of Dracula, one of the oldest and strongest vampires in existence, and he was exhausted and feeling helpless to do anything.

he trailed off, his attention diverted by a notification on his phone. I didn't mean to look at his phone, but I couldn't help but notice that it was a notification announcing the release of a series I have been anticipating. "Oh my God, is that 'Dracul’ by Dacre Stoker and J.D. Barker?" I exclaimed, my excitement evident. "Yeah, you know it?" he asked. "Duhhh! I love horror fiction. I've been waiting for it to come out," I gushed, thrilled to find someone who shared my enthusiasm.