Dracula Description In The Book Novels & Stories

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

He spent some minutes in the bathroom and during that time, Camilla tried her best to gather strength and run away though she was very weak because Sebastian had almost drained all the blood she had in her body. "Camilla you can do this, he's taking some time in there. Just run for it!" She said inwardly as she struggled to wear her shorts and bra that were on the edge of the bed and make a run for it. She was finally able to wear them seconds later but she had a hard time standing on her two feet. Every part of her body felt weak and mustering up strength to run from this man will take a toll on her later but she didn't care at this point. All she wanted at this moment was to be away from S

His dark, piercing eyes shone like polished onyx in the dim light, and they were fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. His jet-black hair was slicked back, revealing the sharp lines of his angular face, and his full lips curved into a taunting smile that revealed a pair of razor-sharp fangs. He was tall and lean, with an athletic build that hinted at his supernatural strength and agility. Dressed in a cloth that hugged his frame, he exuded an air of elegance and danger that made me both fearful and strangely drawn to him. "Well, well, well," the vampire said in a voice that dripped with malice. "What have we here? A little human, all alone in my castle. How delightful."

A perfect fit. The old man turned the key, and as he did, the ground beneath Scarlet shook. He stepped back, and the gold door opened on its own. The site took Scarlet’s breath away. Shining, golden rays of light radiated out of the chamber, filling the tunnels. It was so bright, the vampires had to turn and look away. Only the old man continued to stare, his large pale blue eyes transfixed, as he stepped forward. He reached out, and grabbed hold of something with his hands.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

First was relief that he hadn't died under my watch, second was fear because I was alone with a vampire and the third emotion, which overshadowed the rest was adoration. I knew I had a voracious appetite for men but in my eight years of dating different men, I hadn't seen any who was as gorgeous as this one. Compared to how he looked when I first saw him, he looked rejuvenated and very healthy. The veins on his face were gone, leaving a smooth, pale skin. His fangs were replaced by perfect, white teeth and his eyes... His shone a bright gold colour. They were so... cold, and so was his expression right now. It made me wonder how he would look if he smiled.

Once again, a growl makes me tremble with fear, and I hear a female scream accompanied by a loud sound of something breaking. "Enough! Get out, all of you," a male voice shouts, and I feel a chill in my stomach. His deep, gravely voice is frightening, but for some reason, I feel safer with his words. "I've said it before; no one touches the human!" I open my eyes slowly, and my head spins. A pair of black eyes gaze at me attentively. The female face is delicate, though it bears a scar on her cheek. Her curly red hair frames her face, and her cheeks are freckled. As she realizes I'm analyzing her, she smiles in an adorable way.

He looks like someone in his 30's. "Come to me Cobra", Dracula said in his growl. Cobra climbed the series of steps that led to Dracula's throne. The court of Dracula's throne was dark because it had no windows, it was an underground building with a few lit fire lamps to slightly illuminate the place, as he liked it. "Did we not kill the hybrid?!" he asked angrily. "Yes, we did Sire! We killed the hybrid last night!" Cobra said, still fresh from battle.

My claws went deep into her neck as I gripped it and pulled her up from the ground. "Hutton!!!... Hutton!!!.. Hutton!... Hu...t…ton!" Her scream kept resounding in my head. "Stop calling my name!" I growled and slammed her hard against the wall so that her head bled profusely as she fell heavily on the ground. Blood gushed out from her nose and mouth, but all that was a great sight to my eyes. "Just dig out her eyes and heart, then feed it to yourself and share it with her!"I heard Dracula's voice sound inside me. I nodded and turned to the young, petite girl who was already gasping for breath.

Time to raid ye proper. I couldn’t speak. My mouth went dry. Before I could try, the vampire book glowed a soft red. Smoke curled out, cold and misty. Lord Draven appeared, his skin white as milk, long black hair falling over his shoulders. He had a fancy cape over a tight black shirt and pants that showed off his slim but strong build. Fangs peeked from his smile, and his eyes were blood red, locking on my throat. He sniffed the air slow, like a wolf.