Dracula Book Synopsis Novels & Stories

Dracul quietly observed Vlad’s ever increasing evil ways of dealing with his enemies with great interest. It seemed trading his soul to a vympire who’d morphed into a being of darkness somehow connected Vlad to that darkness. When Vlad was thrown into prison after being severely wounded and captured by his enemies, his good friend the count -who was a general in Vlad’s army- traded places with him in hopes of saving Vlad’s life and eventually being rescued by Vlad once Vlad recovered. When Dracul arrived at the dungeon to claim Vlad’s soul and found the general there in his stead, he was furious. He accused the count of conspiring with Vlad to cheat him out of claiming his soul. No ma

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

the professor said. Leesa handed him the old book. “What is it?” Professor Clerval rested the book on his lap. “It's an original manuscript from the early nineteenth century, said to be the memoirs of a female vampire.” He put his pipe into a brass ashtray atop the desk and carefully opened the book. Leesa could hear the leather binding crinkle. She scraped her chair closer.

he asks. “Why, I saw it in the book I got from the library. While I was looking for a way to stop the hex, I got distracted and started to read about Drakorya’s history. I had to read it anyway, Cassandra’s orders.” I roll my eyes, that woman is stricter than my teachers back in high school. “Oh,” he says. “Why? Am I not supposed to have learned about that creature and how that vampire was the ruler of Drakorya before your ancestor took over?”

"The woman Caeser loved was human so one night he lost his control and bit her. Instead of dying, he turned her into a vampire and when they had their first child, the vampire population grew from then. Vampires led the island and would occasionally go to the human world to get some blood. Animal blood was an option, but not satisfactory. And just like humans, vampires are also curious... But one vampire got curious at the wrong place. She tampered with the world we vampires can never experience. The world after death." Alexander stood up and walked to a shelf, pulling out a thick blue book. It had no title or author and it looked like it had been there for centuries. The blue was starting t

He didn’t turn. Caitlin hurried over to the other side, facing him. He was an older man, with white hair, clean shaven, and light blue eyes that seem to stare into space as he knelt in prayer. He didn’t bother looking up at her. There was something else, too, that she sensed about him. Even in her current state, she could tell that there was something different about him. She knew that he was of her kind. A vampire. The pounding grew louder, and one of the hinges broke, and Caitlin looked back in fear. This mob seemed determined, and she didn’t know where else to go.

Placed the lamp and the bell on a small table that was in the middle of the circular room and went to explore the titles that were her old friends. Two hours later, she was sitting in her window seat and read avidly one of the books that moved more than her heart her imagination when she was younger. The book that made her hope for flapping at the window in the middle of the night was Dracula. It might seem weird that a monster can be the hero of a little sick girl, but she was amazed by the idea of eternal life and being able to transform into animals and command them, even fly!... For a girl that couldn't almost leave her house.

On the dark oak counter rested a velvet-lined wooden case containing a manuscript Helena had not seen the day before. “There are truths that only reveal themselves when blood recognizes its match,” murmured Mrs. Gable, her bony fingers sliding over the book’s cover. “You touched the Wolf, didn’t you? And from the glow in your eyes, he touched you as well.” Helena did not confirm it, but the tremor in her hands as she opened the manuscript was answer enough. The document was a memorial record from one of Dante’s ancestors, dated before the great sawmill fire. As she read, the structure of Blackwater’s supernatural universe began to expand before her eyes in layers of tragedy and destiny.

He took her hand, and the two of them stepped out, descending the stairs toward the courtyard. They stopped when they felt a presence. Ignatius’ flames grew. Even the wolves’ howls ceased. Between the tallest trees, a tall, dark silhouette emerged from the deepest shadows, walking slowly. It was him—Dracula. Vlad tightened his grip on Elena’s hand. "He’s here." The trees creaked louder around the estate. The witches stopped singing, and the Skull Clan fell momentarily silent. Vlad narrowed his eyes as he saw Dracula approaching the tree line. The tall, imposing silhouette of the Prince of Darkness stood out against the darkness. Around him, the wolf pack waited. One gesture would be enough f

he ordered them and they picked her up again, dragging her inside. Kyra woke up to the sound of people talking and she groaned a little, feeling her head banging. The people were still talking and when she read the room, she realized they were not just talking, but arguing. She soon heard loud angry murmurs and she moved her eyes to look around the room which was huge and brightly lit with torches everywhere. The room was filled with vampires, all dressed in black, and they moved around the room, talking to each other. The angry murmurs grew loudly in the room and unlike Athens, she felt pure evil and darkness here.