Dracula Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I will let you go… if you tell me how you learn to cast the hellfire?” “What are you talking about? What hellfire?” Una was perplexed. “Hm.” Drite moved and studied her from head to toe. “Your scent is weird. A mix of a Lycan… and something I can’t name.” He came near and even sniffed her. “What are you, Una?” “I came from the Nacht Territory and lived in the Wolfless Zone.” The fae chuckled. “Really? Interesting.” He scanned her for the last time. “Be honest with me, or I can’t help you. You are in the deepest dungeon of the Palace of Night and Stars.”

The Luna and the Lord of Vampires that made the Cadicarat at that time used their hardened hearts to seal the spell but love superceded it. Nobody would ever believe that Rufus would eventually end up falling in love with Layla. Awkward right? They all lived happily ever after. The end…

I took it out and tried going in the second time, it did go in. "Was she a virgin?" I thought to myself. She let out a loud moan, and I could tell she was enjoying this like I was. I could hear her pussy juices squashing against my cock. I couldn't hold him back any longer, my lycan he wanted her "Clean, pure" he said, I was changing, I grabbed her by the neck as my claws dug deep into her flesh and began thrusting harder. She turned to look at me, by the look on her face I could tell she was terrified.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

Veronica's POV: My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Draco, his eyes now consumed by a bottomless void of darkness. Fear gripped me, for I knew what this meant - his insatiable thirst for blood had taken hold of him. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape the imminent danger that lurked within the once gentle soul of the man that just saved me. My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust.

She opened one eye slightly as she replied, “Laura,” “Laura, I'm Larry, I'm a vampire and you should probably hold on tight and try not to scream, the speed might feel strange but remember I've got you.” She nodded frantically, closed her eyes again, tightened her grip around his neck and bit her lip to keep from screaming as Larry whooshed them out. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of a beautiful condo surrounded with white picket fence and lilies that were almost completely dead. Their once vibrant colors now looked faded.

And— He had to fuck someone senseless. As soon as he was done with his little plan, he stood up and dusted himself promising to come back to the beautiful waters when he was done with his adventure. Calling out to his vampire, his blue eyes glitched to red and his fangs popped out making his face look dangerously good. In a flash, he dashed out from the lake into town but no before hearing a click. A D R I A N A My footsteps echoed along the hallway as I walked tiredly to my room. I had been studying in the library about the "Tribrid."

She was turned on too by this and the confirmation of that fact made me bite down a heavy growl as I drew closer to her. “Are you ready to pleasure me and get your last wish?” I whispered, my lips brushed her hair and the smell of apricot hit me making my head spin. She closed the distance between us and clung onto me still looking at me with so much hate but desire had settled in too acting as a companion. Ciara tugged hard at my trousers ripping apart the zip and buckle. My eyes grew large in shock and she smiled up at me with an evil grin. “Don’t fuss. I’m sure Dracula will lend you more from his collection.”

The sign of a Lycan King. He stalked toward me, the predator closing in on its prey. "Dr. Vale," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in my chest. I stood my ground, though every instinct in my body screamed Run. "You broke my window," I said, my voice steady. "That’s going on your bill." The Lycan smirked. It was a terrifying, beautiful expression. "You’re the Viper?" he asked, stopping inches from me. He smelled of gunpowder, rain, and sheer, overwhelming power.

"The language is old—older than the common tongue we use now. But from what I can decipher, it requires a convergence of bloodlines. First Blood and Lycan, joined through the mate bond, channeling their combined power into a focal point." She turned the book so I could see the illustrations. They showed two figures—a man and a woman—standing in a circle of intricate symbols, their hands raised toward a third figure lying in the center. Light seemed to pour from the standing figures into the prone one. "The focal point," I said slowly, studying the image. "What is that?"