Dracula Blood Novels & Stories

“Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.” “Small mercies,” Declan muttered, but his eyes had already moved past Marco, cataloguing the room, the blood on the floor, the cracked plaster where he’d driven a man’s skull into the wall. I recognized the look. It was the same one he wore in every negotiation I’d watched him conduct since the wedding — filing away every detail, building a ledger of what this night had cost him and what it was going to cost the Ghost in return. Luca arrived twenty minutes later, breathless, his tie askew like he’d dressed in the car. He took one look at the foyer and swore under his breath in a mix of English and something older. “I got the call. Tell me what happened.

Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder. Those who don't know think it wants to eat Brawen, but in fact it is applying "medicine" to her. Dracula is an extremely rare purple-haired noble bat, partly because of its flight speed and sophistication, the rest is its saliva that can make very good medicine for wounds, especially wounds. caused by silver bullets. But now if she doesn't go, Julie will surely wake up. Thinking so, Brawen immediately took out another small bag from his pocket, Dracula understood, he slowly let his saliva flow into it, and then seriously stepped back and looked at Brawen without leaving his

Unfortunately, he could feel that if he held back any longer, he would be felled. “To think I would have to use this here,” Dracula thought silently as he retrieved a blood vial from his storage ring. Seeing the vial, Mane felt a strange attraction to it. He immediately knew what it was, his expression turning ugly at the sudden realisation. It was his own blood! “How did he get that?!” Alucard exclaimed, stunned by this information as well. Mane squinted in thought while staring at Alucard. “I really didn’t know that he had that, Young Master,” Alucard swiftly defended himself.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

“But Dracula insisted. His wife, being one of the people saved, could not stop him long enough. The only thing she could do was stay by his side at all times. They traveled for months, saving everyone they came across, giving them blood to share with others. And as time passed, Dracula was wasting away. He settled somewhere, trying to regain strength. He knew that a nearby town needed his help, but he also knew that if he got close, he would die.” “He had no strength left. He couldn’t bear to draw any more blood, at least for a couple of weeks while he recovered. And his worst nightmare came true. The inhabitants of the nearby town learned of his existence, of his closeness. Just as they als

"No... kill me. Just kill me!" "No," Dracula whispered. "I want you to live. I want you to feel the hunger. I want the moon to become your enemy and I want you to hate everything about yourself and regret touching what Is mine for the rest of your miserable life." I watched in horror as Dracula sliced open his own wrist with a claw. The blood that seeped out was thick, black red, and seemed to swirl with an ancient, dark power. Then he grabbed Ezekiel’s jaw, forcing his mouth open.

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.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

Vlador said before standing up. He walked to one side of the room, turning his back to everyone. Staring at the blood in the bowl, he had to restrain himself from letting his fangs come out. His irises turned red, and he held his breath. Vlador never thought he would have to do this to get money. When vampires were thought to be extinct, he could no longer slaughter to get money. Glancing left and right, he sipped the blood into his mouth and closed his eyes. Once he swallowed it, his eyes opened, and his irises went back to their golden brown.