Dracula Graphic Novels & Stories

Alright. “Sixth, the Gracas. Gracas is the type of vampire that can shapeshift. They can turn into an animal and anything, so be careful. They are dangerous when they happen to want to play or kill because they will do everything they want. They have green eyes. They are sometimes honest but mostly, they are the ones who start fights. And please, don't come near them," Great! Gracas are reprimands. I hope I could meet one. Just see look at how powerful they are.

Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder. Those who don't know think it wants to eat Brawen, but in fact it is applying "medicine" to her. Dracula is an extremely rare purple-haired noble bat, partly because of its flight speed and sophistication, the rest is its saliva that can make very good medicine for wounds, especially wounds. caused by silver bullets. But now if she doesn't go, Julie will surely wake up. Thinking so, Brawen immediately took out another small bag from his pocket, Dracula understood, he slowly let his saliva flow into it, and then seriously stepped back and looked at Brawen without leaving his

Blood dripped from his mouth and he wiped it with the back of his palm. Dick laid on the ground, shaking like a wet kitty with his arms shielding his face. "Now, it's your turn." Dracula grinned maliciously with an appetite as large as a tank. He grabbed Dick by the collar and raised him up to the sky with a dark look. "Don't kill me, please." Dick whimpered, eyes screwed shut in fear. "I'll serve you, I'll do anything. Please, spare my life." "Really?" Dracula arched his brows and smirked, while Dick nodded rapidly with shaky lips.

She’d taken one elective on folklore, mostly as a joke. She flipped through pages. Found it. The crest of Dracul. The first vampire. A symbol of the oldest bloodline. Her breath caught. She looked at the drawing, then closed her eyes, picturing the tattoo on Diego’s chest. They were identical. Vampires weren’t supposed to be real. They were stories. Campfire tales. But Diego had scaled a wall. Survived an explosion. Jumped two stories. And carried the mark of Dracul on his skin.

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

Drake then came down and stamped his foot in the alley, making the vampires turn around. “Yes-Your Majesty?” they asked, slightly trembling. Their bloody fangs suddenly shortened at the sight of Drake. They tried to cover up what they had just done, but it was no use because fresh blood had filled their mouths. “Oh my! Pardon Your Majesty!” they cried on their knees. "W-what other creature are you?" asked a living human. He still had the balls to ask while the others were silent, wide-eyed in fear, with violent shaking bodies. Drake didn't answer, he just walked fast and then broke the necks of the vampires and pulled their hearts out of their chest cavity with his bare hands.

On several paintings I saw Wraiths similar to those I had seen on the dark path leading to the Mother's hut, but a massive mural teeming with devil dogs, dark smoky spirits, Centaurs, horned figures, and more Wraiths chilled me to the bone. Alexis examined the mural. "It is the dark path…" I focused on the image of a terrified woman, her mouth a gaping maw as she silently screamed. An uprooted stalagmite tree had snatched her from the path, and something slimy gnawed on her foot. "This is what you saw?" Ran asked while staring in horror at the mural. "Yes," I said, shivering. Alexis rubbed my arms. "Follow me." He led us down an immense corridor decorated with murals, statues of winged demon

They all knew whenever their alpha wolf doctor unleashed her punishment on her pups. "Oh~Malcove~" Natasha sang as she approached her son while smiling. Malcove jolted from hearing it and slowly turned around to meet her mother's meaningful smile. "Mommy...I...I can...e-explain..." Malcove started to quiver in fear as he stepped backward since Natasha kept advancing toward him. She grinned and the last thing that echoed through that night was the scream of a young hybrid pup. "Who would have the slightest thought that I, Morbius Draven that known as Ruthless Vampire found a Wolf Doctor which much more ruthless than I could be whenever it comes on punishing our children." Morbius thought whil

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

The first man replied. (Pendragon; The Ones who Slays Dragon. Or more preferably, Dragon Slayer.) "Really?! Prince Dracula is really different from him. But why did the king love prince Arthur more than Prince Dracula?" "Don't you know? Prince Dracula is not the king's son. He's the son of the second vampire leader. The Psychic Vampire Lord. He's temporarily adopted as the son of the King, he's not his son." "That... Does that mean?" "Yes, Dracula is a Psychic Vampire!" The man said.