Dracula Flow Script Novels & Stories

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

But for the record, Dralia is a vampire. “Don’t be too obvious that you’re drowning in my beauty, Harris.” She teased me. “I just can’t help but stare at the woman I love.” She now averted her eyes. I laughed in my mind at her blushed face. She was still pulling my hand, I just didn’t realize that we were moving around the trees. I don’t even care about what we do anymore, because I’m just looking at her. … “Tonette, come down here, I hear crackles below. I can smell the blood of a wild pig.” Dralia commanded her sister.

"You must take her blood until she's at the point of death. Then she must ingest enough of yours to sustain her through her transition." I sank my teeth gently into Monica's ruined neck. Her pulse was so weak. She would have never made it back to the States. I drank as her blood pumped weakly into my mouth. Her death blood had a bitter quality and made me feel strange. When I had nearly drained her, I stopped, brought my wrist to my lips, and tore through it so my blood would run freely. Ignoring the pain, I gently pressed my wrist to her mouth. My blood dribbled out and ran down her chin. I pushed her head back and saw her swallow. She choked and coughed, but I didn't remove my wrist. I ben

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

Dracula continued, “…they will banish him completely from the pack.” Lucan’s jaw tightened. “They won’t.” “They will,” Dracula said calmly. “And if that happens…” He paused. “…he may turn into a rogue wolf.” Lucan looked back at Damien. Still trying to hold onto something that was already gone. “No,” Lucan said quie tly. “That won’t happen.” Dracula didn’t argue. But his eyes said everything. But far away, Alpha Rowan had already sent his valuable spy, Rhea, who heard everything about Alpha Damien’s secrets and had already prepared to expose one of the greatest and strongest Alphas in the entire districts

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

“Bianca, per favore, listen––” She ignored Erick's attempts, which she clearly knew that he did not want her to do that, ended the call and hurried down the emergency stairs. Following the traces of the dragon aura that was slightly left around the emergency stairs. She activated her vampire's eyes. Relying on her eyes and sense of smell, she searched for traces of Erna as well as the dragon, descended the stairs at her ultrasonic running speed, leading her to the parking area.

Seeing her wet, half-opened lips and the small vein on her neck that was beating so fast, so hot. “Well, go on, don’t be so slow. You’ll find another one to sacrifice as a virginal lamb,” the druid continued. “Use this one so she’ll scream from pleasure. Or pain. Or better both.” The necromancer glowered. The image he still saw was too vivid. It was too hard to refuse... Because he wanted to. He wanted to obey damn Ulfricus, at least once in his life. Or in his death. Angelina licked her lips. As if she was teasing him. She was staring at him without looking away, licking first her lower, then her upper lip. She froze, not daring to move. Her full breasts rose and fell in her tight bodice. R