Dracula Graphic Novels & Stories

“The only way to be better at blood lust is not giving in. It's like a curse and temptation that comes with being a vampire. If you fight, it overpowers you.” “When it attacks, try and push your mind off it. Think of one of the best times in your life, something very positive that chases it away. Don't keep it hanging for too long. After any gatherings, meetings. Try and feed.” His orientation sinks in properly. Better than lectures at Trey’s college. “Open your eyes.” He commands. Lucian cuts open the antelope he open as he fetches blood from its neck. He stretches his hand, giving it to me. “Drink,” his voice calm as if this was not disgusting.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with despair and hatred. In front of the gates, three powerful creatures stood out. To the right, a white Lycan with golden tips in his fur and eyes red as embers. At the center, a witch with flaming hair and shimmering purple eyes. To the left, a great Dracula, with prominent fangs and eyes as black as the night. On the ground, drawn in blood, mystical symbols formed a circle. At the center of that circle, a baby lay wrapped in a cloak adorned with enigmatic engravings. The little one cried in despair as a dagger hovered menacingly above him.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

The werewolves would greet Mildred from time to time as they passed alongside each other until she got to Alpha White's home. "Don't worry, you will be fine", Mildred turned and said to Silas reassuringly. Silas nodded his head in response. They both walked in and came face to face with Alpha White. *** Cobra ran as quickly as he legs could carry him back to Dracula's lair. There was a rat in their midst, a betrayal and Dracula had to know urgently. He ran into Dracula's court that was empty and then into the inner chamber of the court where Dracula stood, looking at a map of his territory and eyeing the territory of the werewolves.

The Tooth and Claw was the Red Moon pack guard's personal drinking spot and full of the unsavory guard members of the neighboring Gray River pack. We all had been there for a drink at some point or another since the legal drinking age mattered little to the werewolves.

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

Alpha Vargus blurted out, “Join us in this fight, Everyone is waiting for you.” Dracula swallowed hard and kept quiet for a while, “Okay” he declared. “I'll join in the fight.” A warm smile spread across Alpha Vargus's face, “Let's go.” Dracula nodded, “Hey, could you please pass me the jacket behind you?” He asked gawking at me. “Can you see me now?” I asked, rolling my eyes, “Help yourself.”