Dracula Flow Script Novels & Stories

They both look so worried about sir Daryl. I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins. "He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do. I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips. And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.

The realization in Henry’s mom of fear, but not for her, for her family was showing in her face. “MOM!” Shouted out Henry “Run Henry! Run!” Henry’s Dad yelled as he tried to reach his wife. However, he was held down by 4 more vampires. Henry ran as fast as he could. Mara was not bothered by Henry’s departure. She was to be occupied by having to strong adults she could turn instead. Once she drained the blood out of Henry’s Mom, she dropped her to the ground and set her fangs on Henry’s Dad. Henry heard him say one last thing. “Henry Run and don’t look back!”

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

Drakko stared up at Dante for permission to look. “Look, brother.” Dante wanted to know what was happening because Ziss seemed too baffled to speak. Both of them stared. The vampires in the room who had a view of what was happening were too pale as if they would pass out themselves. Drakko himself turned pale, eyes moving to his little brother. Their eyes met and Dante immediately thought of the worst. “It’s not a baby.” Drakko suddenly said with Dante’s eyes going wider. Flavia was already crying out loud.

The metal slat groaned as it gave way, finally making the hole big enough for her to fit through. The sudden noise made her pause, she listened for any movement on the building floor, but she heard none. Sitting at the edge of the hole, Alex dangled her feet inside, feeling for any other obstacles. A few wires and conduits blocked her path, which she pushed aside with one foot. Alex pulled herself back out of the hole, then crouched down low over it. She produced two large glowing vials of otherworldly liquid from her chest pocket, one green, one purple, each half full. After pouring the green into the purple and swirling it, the solution began to bubble. Alex leaned down into the hole and

Any dark deed required a binding contract, one signed with the vital fluid that sustained life. He looked around for a dry spot to set the candle and paper down. Pools of water glowed in pearlescent gold, formed from the damp dripping from above. Stained by moss it didn't even look like water, rather like urine, tainted by infection. After a few moments he found a reasonably dry spot and knelt down carefully, unravelling the map and turning it over to look at the small writing on the back. He withdrew his knife, tracing a circle about him before puncturing the palm of his hand and allowing the blood to form a pool before casting it over the candle and onto the stone. It sank into the surface