Dracula Bleh Novels & Stories

Alexis felt there was an attachment to it when she saw the house. Slowly, Alexis stepped back there to get closer and closer to the simple house. She didn't know what she was feeling when she saw the house. As if, Alexis felt a longing there. Evens he also began to realize that her eyes were starting to well up with tears. She felt so familiar with the house, though she wasn't so sure what had happened right now with her feelings. But not long after, Alexis stopped her footsteps and fell silent right in front of the house. Alexis looked right at a man walking out of the house there. "Adrian?" Alexis muttered in disbelief. The man that she saw coming out of the house was Adrian. And Alexis wa

"He can also hear my voice inside my heart." "Is he really a vampire?" asked Leora curiously. Every scene she remembered instantly. "That's right, none of that could have been done by an ordinary human being," Leora said softly. Leora lay herself on the bed while continuing to think about Elmer. A mysterious fierce man. That's the nickname Leora gave him now. Finally, Leora fell asleep. Because she thought too much about Elmer, she dreamed about that guy! ***

Observing from the corner of my eye, I found the blond man’s eyes fall on Selene and John. “She’s beautiful, no?” I said, feigning distraction. “She doesn’t age…” He trailed off absently, and I glanced over to see his narrowed eyes fixated on her. “That’s kind of suspicious. Do Greeks have vampires in their mythology?” What even… I pondered in confusion, Good grief he’s probably an airhead…like Aubrey! “W-what? No, I’m not aware of any.” “But I know of Dracula’s existence.” “That’s Romanian history,” I muttered with a sip to calm myself because I could feel the judgment coming on.

In my head Pelin and İpek floated lifelessly, their eyes empty. The witch doctor’s laughter echoed, sharp and cruel, as she drained the life from them. With a sickening thud their bodies hit the ground. Snakes hissed. A ghoul with parchment-like skin reached for my throat. It squeezed. I thrashed, desperate to wake up. The nightmare refused to let go. “Allah…” I gasped the word as my eyes snapped open. Disoriented, I blinked rapidly. A harsh white light glared down. The room smelled of disinfectant. A blue curtain hung limply to my left. A sink and mirror waited on the opposite wall.

The ground around them turned into black mud. Vlad managed to break free with a violent strike that split Dracula’s face from forehead to chin. Dracula laughed even as the wound slowly closed. "This… this is good," the Prince of Darkness whispered, licking his own blood from his lips. "It’s been centuries since I’ve bled." He attacked again, ripping open Vlad’s abdomen. Vlad grunted in pain, grabbed him by the head, and slammed it into the ground with superhuman force, opening a crater in the earth.

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.

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

Nostalgia filled my whole being as the scene in front of me gets clearer again like it isn't just some memory I play in my mind. Those were the days. The golden days. You see, royal-blooded vampires are a whole different breed. They are nothing like some other vampires. Royal-blooded vampires that blood came from the roots of Vlad Dracul, and was never tainted by any other clans, are considered to be the most prominent families scattered in the lands of Romania. Our family, and Octavians, for instance.

"What's the smell? Disgusting!" Gabriel, with no shame, without hesitation, showed his unpleasant attitude even before entering the house. "Disgusting? This is a lavender smell. It is known as the most powerful, calming perfume. Besides, how do you know all this? Dracula's learned nothing but the smell of blood." Jonathan didn't bother with Gabriel. Saying this, he twirled his finger in the air and the smell is gone completely. "No, I am well-known about the lavender smell. I have smelled twice fro.... fro..... Whatever, and we're not Dracula, insects," Gabriel said and sat on a chair that was placed beside the fireplace.

“I’m saying she could kill me, and everything else.” “Now. I’m pissed.” “I’m sorry if What I say pissed you off but that’s the truth. I sensed it from her blood, I was dark and cruel, the blood of a curse it wasn’t pure, it wasn’t like a wolf.” “What the hell are you saying...” Dracula immediately kept his lips shut. He doesn’t say anything else. He kept his head down, and didn’t look up, whatever he was thinking, I didn’t care to know at the moment, I wanted to get out of here.