Dracula Graphic Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

First was relief that he hadn't died under my watch, second was fear because I was alone with a vampire and the third emotion, which overshadowed the rest was adoration. I knew I had a voracious appetite for men but in my eight years of dating different men, I hadn't seen any who was as gorgeous as this one. Compared to how he looked when I first saw him, he looked rejuvenated and very healthy. The veins on his face were gone, leaving a smooth, pale skin. His fangs were replaced by perfect, white teeth and his eyes... His shone a bright gold colour. They were so... cold, and so was his expression right now. It made me wonder how he would look if he smiled.

Only a few bloodlines survived, hidden among normal wolves. Lucian's hands shake slightly as he rolls the scroll closed. He grabs another. Then another. Each tells similar stories. Lycans mingled with "shadow-born" creatures. Vampires, some scrolls name them. Others call them night-walkers, blood-drinkers, immortal hunters. One scroll shows detailed diagrams. Lucian spreads it flat, weighing the corners with stones. The drawings depict wolves mid-shift, but wrong. Fangs stretch longer than any wolf's. Claws curve like scythes. Eyes glow not silver or gold, but crimson. Or purple. Or colors that don't have names.

My body froze. Did they notice me? “What?” “What did you hear?” “So… I heard that Dracula is really picky. And I don’t mean ordinary picky, I mean extra picky. Now is a critical time when we need him most, but he won’t wake up unless the blood is enticing enough, which explain why the brothers have been bringing in several beings, including werewolves, taking their blood into bowls and placing them near his coffin, hoping he’ll crave one and wake up, but nothing’s worked. I even heard that, out of desperation, they’ve started grinding werewolf hearts and mixing it into the blood. But still, no reaction,” the vampire continued, voice dropping even low with wonder. “Can you imagine that level

“I’m okay, Trey. This guy’s Dracula is too scary sometimes, all that my Lucy could do is cry in fear.” “I agree with the reaction. He did sound and looked evil, indeed. Just a little detailing, could you be more brooding when you suck her blood, Mud? You were practically almost lying down on top of her, very interesting to watch but it toned down the thrilling scene to almost sensual ones, which is not our aim in this scene yet, save those for later. The sensuality of the relationship awakens when she’s turning into a succubus. While it’s quite okay visually, but I’d rather not give the audience a moment to think that Dracula also sexually assaulted Lucy while sucked her blood.”

It could be a pure-blooded elf, a pure-blooded dragon… Or a pure-blooded god Dracula gulped down the contents of the vial with a greedy look on his face. His eyes conveyed his intoxication, like a man drunk on fine wine. He licked his lips and looked at the vial with regret, muttering, “It’s too delicious to be wasted here. What a pity.”

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Everyone Chorus Caleb face brightens, Luther just smirks GOBLINS POV After about 15mintues the shocking stops, Dracula and his guards fell weakly on the floor I walk around them "The immortal Dracula The evaluating Dracula, the mythical godlike Dracula, is this you?, you know humans watch Vampire movies and even have books written by them of you, and In those books and movies Goblins are just ugly creatures who do nothing but serve!!, only if they could see that Dracula now" I shake my had Dracula manages to speak "You-you won't get away with this" I angrily step on his hands and he screams silently I slowly squat to enjoy the devastating look on his face "I love watching you in pain, it br

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

Adrik said in a deep, frightening voice. "What did he mean by medicine?" Is it true that I'm going to be bit by a vampire?" his body shivered in fear. Adrik's face was terrifying enough to make anyone die of heartbreak. His green eyes were like burning green flames, and his long spear-like teeth pierced his lower lip, giving him the appearance of a vampire. "Leave me alone, sir... senior... congsiller." Darwin babbled struggling to free his hand from him. He was using all of his strength to break free from his powerful grip.