Dracula Flow Script Novels & Stories

After she was done with the rituals, she went on to take the bowl where she had been preserving a special creatures’ blood. “You can open your eyes now.” She instructed Alpha Drake. Alpha Drake opened his eyes and she handed over the bowl to him. “This is the blood. Drink it.” She urged him, still holding out the bowl to him. Alpha Drake received it with boldness and then drank it in one gulp. He was ready for anything after that. Just as Rina took the blood from him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and he groaned out loud. As he raised his head up, his eyes turned pitch black and his mouth opened wide as he growled. Just then, he fell to the ground and rolled on the floor in excruciating pain

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

Rows of medical equipment and cobwebs hung on the wall. A cold dread crept up my spine as I realized what Drako’s intentions were. “You see, Sarah, I need your blood,” he spoke behind me, pulling the chair up. “It's very special, you see. And with it, I'll be the most powerful werewolf in the realm. Your blood would serve a great purpose, just like your mother’s.” “No, no, no, no,” I cried, thrashing against the ropes. “Lucas will be searching for me. You can't get away with this.”

"This isn't your fault. Emily always had a big temper. The same thing would happen if this were someone else. Drink some blood. I got the servants to prepare this specially for you. Dracula did not move. Anna bit her lip, and a ruthless look flashed in her eye. If she did not grab this opportunity to take full control of him, it might end badly for her if he snapped out of this current situation to investigate everything that happened. "Just have a sip, Dracula, for Emily's sake. Drink it up so you'll have enough energy to search for her." Anna took a spoonful of blood and placed it close to his mouth. Dracula opened his mouth robotically and swallowed the blood. Not long after, he felt a sh

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.

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.

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.

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