Dracula Bleh Novels & Stories

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.

Blood remembers. You see, I am not making a vampire out of Dennise. I am revealing the one the centuries hid. Drăculești blood is like a bell beneath a lake; you can pretend you don’t hear it, but when a trained hand strikes the water, the sound climbs through your bones.

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.

“Bloodlust is an ability that, as you correctly saw the other time, can be used by vampire royalties, but it comes at a steep price.” “The loss of sanity,” Mane mumbled as he looked into Dracula’s eyes, the same eyes that resembled his own. While they were blue like his, they were lacking in reason. The drool that escaped Dracula’s mouth was also uncommon. Clearly, the Prince of Darkness was not in his right mind.

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

The remark brought a smattering of laughter from the class. Dr. Clerval smiled. “A poor joke, I know, but one that amuses me.” He shuffled forward to the front of the dais. “Let's have some fun before we get more serious. Another show of hands. How many of you fine young students have read the original Dracula, by Bram Stoker?” Leesa looked down on perhaps half as many hands this time. “Fewer hands, that's obvious,” the professor said. “What else do you notice?”

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

I knew my vampire lore. “Yes.” He sipped his drink without taking his eyes off me, as if he were Jonathan and I were Thena, lovers who endured incredible horrors and stood the test of time. “Dracula was a killer.” “Perhaps.” “Are you?” “I’ll let you decide, Thena.”

I muttered. “You want her to send you a letter?” Lucien asked, genuinely confused. “It was a joke, Dracula.” “I am not Dracula,” he said stiffly. “And if I were, I would certainly have better taste in victims.” “Oh, wow. Insult and flex. Impressive multitasking for someone born before plumbing.” “I do not appreciate being compared to lesser mythological creatures.” I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly dislocated. Then Brenda flickered the kitchen lights in a frantic S-O-S pattern.