Dracula Graphic Novels & Stories

The wards behind him fizzed out one by one, the crimson light sputtering like dying embers. Vladimyr didn’t move from his stance in front of me, but I felt the change in him—the way his heartbeat slowed, deliberate, like a predator before the pounce. Lucifer’s glyphs had crept higher, crawling over his neck in a burning halo of blood red light. “You’ve run out of time, Vladimyr,” Draven said, idly dragging his fingers along the edge of my blanket as if he owned the space. “Give me the treasure, and maybe I’ll let her watch while I burn the rest of your North.”

HAYDON There was a strange pull I felt as my bike passed a large, metallic gate which gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was the same pull I had been feeling for the past week, and it was the same pull that was driving me crazy and led to me being sent here in the first place. I broke suddenly and got off of my bike, my feet carrying me closer towards the intimidating mansion. At first I thought about ripping the gate from it’s hinges and then walking in. I then, however, inspecting the home more closely and realised that I recognised the gate and the mansion. How could I not, in such a dull and dreary neighbourhood. It all belonged to the famous Drackon family- One of the most influenti

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

LARA It has been a few weeks since I have been having weird dreams seeing Kyson's bloody lips and teeth (fangs) biting my neck. Gripping my shoulder as he drunk every drop of my blood. Seeing him with a sadistic smile as he licked the blood off his lips.

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

Mike walked towards Brandon's room and entered with the doctor who was treating him. Vincent finds an interesting book about the origins of Dracula. Dracula is an ancient legend of the extinct Sumerians. In the beginning, Dracula, or vampire, was a powerful king. He made a pact with the devil so he could take revenge for the deaths of his wife and the people killed by his enemy.

"Your greatest mistake was ever falling in love with this monster. A thousand of your pack people can come but they won't still be able to stop this from happening." As the vampires started pulling Adrian toward the electrocution chair, I couldn't hold back a guttural scream. "No! Stop! Please, don't do this!" I cried out, but nobody cared to listen to me. The room was silent and dark at first, but then the lights came on, only that it wasn't the light but a strange machine that made sparks fly. Adrian's screams made my ears and eyes bleed. I desperately reached out to Adrian, hoping he could save himself. But it was too late. Electricity shot through his body, causing him to jerk and convul

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

I noticed he took my drawing of him with him, but neither of us said anything about it. I was still mortified that he had seen my shame and knew that I had been drawing him. At first, it had been merely coincidence, but over time, it became easier just to accept that he was a good subject for my drawings. Even though I despised him, he was incredibly handsome – easily the most handsome man I had ever seen. That he was a vicious, brutal, powerful vampire unfortunately only made him more interesting in terms of my art. He was so far above everyone else, it was curious how he could still look like a man. Though, admittedly, there were things about him that were otherworldly.