Dracula Fanfic Novels & Stories

She said, gasping in-between words. Dagon increased the effect of what he was doing to her and the woman groaned harder. "I don't care what you think, Drexa. This is what I want to do and I will do it." This continued for three whole minutes before a vampire rushed up to Dagon. Catching him off-guard, she grabbed him and threw him aside, negating the effect of his spell on Drexa. Drexa felt free as soon as he was down and quickly got up. She rushed up to him, raised him up with one hand and sighed, "It's unfortunate you chose the losing team," then she dug her hand into her chest and pulled out his heart.

As the light moved higher, Triana's heart was squeezed tight as she found that the owner of those feet was a man who looked like a skeleton wrapped in wrinkled skin. Bright brown eyes beamed at Triana. Those eyes seemed to shine in the darkness and were piercing as if they could read the thoughts of anyone they stared at. Swallowing again, Triana, with cold and trembling hands, opened a small leather pouch attached to her slim waist. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. "Mr... V-Vlador Lev Dracount?" The sleepy eyes blink slowly. Though his gaze was sharp, he seemed like a dying lion that had lost its teeth and claws to pounce on its prey.

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “And please, we both know your child of a boyfriend is nothing compared to me. But if you’re so desperate to see his guts sprawled out on your sheets, then please do.” Vael said, smiling even wider to reveal his fangs. The thought sent chills down my spine. “I’m here because we need to talk, Drasa. And you’re going to want to hear this before your little friends downstairs get involved.” He added. The way he said it made my skin prickle.

“Doesn't she look like someone we know? The dead werewolf girl.” “What?” Freya charged up. “Dead werewolf girl?” “Lucas.” Asher called, barely stopping himself from clenching. “What do you mean the dead werewolf girl?” Freya demanded from Lucas, grabbing his arm. “Scarlett? Nah. That's not possible,” Damian expressed with a head shake. “Ah,” Lucas laughed. “I was just joking. They seemed familiar but she couldn't be right. That girl is dead. She drowned in that stream and it will remain so.”

Duncan mumbled as they sat by the innkeeper's side, watching two new contestants start another drinking competition. “Are you kidding me?" Arianna's voice tinged with so much excitement. "That was insane! How could you drink like that?” One would think she was like a son or a little brother beside Duncan. But to Duncan, she was freaking cute and he liked the way she was now free with him. He could do this all day. “I'm a Lycan. I don't get drunk,” Duncan replied with a shrug. “The effect is nothing.” “Ah... I see." Arianna nodded understanding. Then she suddenly requested. "Can I have an ale?”

My body feels almost overwhelmed with pleasure…almost. Draknar and I cum together, but Lena is just getting started so the three of us keep going and Draknar’s powers seem amplified and then the strangest things happen. The bioluminescent thread of connection winds around my arm and up his arm, marking him as connected to a Chimera Fae and our fangs tingle. We sink our fangs in. Not deep enough for marking, but enough to drink of one another’s blood. It has a sweet faintly metallic taste. Draknar hums and moans and cums as he drinks deeply and I cum again. My body convulses and Lena lets loose her load inside my ass as she kisses my shoulder. I don’t know what our connection is but he is Fae

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.

Alas, her hope was fragile and was soon broken. “Hehe. Where are you off to?” Dracula suddenly turned back and said. He licked his lips like a seasoned pervert as he gazed at Sunflower with greed in his eyes. Her blood was a strong impetus for him, and he couldn’t help but want to savour it.

, Lucas said, as he smiled at his audacity. "All forgive you for tossing me in the air and ruining my perfect throne but whatever you do to me,starting from now will be done to Nicole. So if you love her and do not want to make her suffer pain then you will refrain from touching me and drop me down gently as I said", Dracula said. Lucas stared into Dracula's cold red eyes. He had figured out on his own that he loved her. He could tell he meant every word he said. Indeed he had heard stories about how good Dracula was at plotting his evil plans and now he could confirm it for himself.