Dracula Graphic Novels & Stories

Blood pours from the vampire’s neck and it reaches up, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Can vampires bleed to death? I don’t think so, but he sure is acting panicked. Though even if he doesn’t die, that still looks painful. “Keep him still,” I tell my familiars, and lower my hand, letting the last of the magic fizzle out of the vampire in the leather jacket. Conjuring up another string of magic, I stand beside Lucas. The red magic in my hand illuminates his face, and it’s only then I fully appreciate the beauty in his rage.

“Yes, and I found it rather interesting. What was he doing praying on a child?” “You have no business here, stranger, and you need to leave unless you feel like joining my clan and being one of my pets. You’re yummy enough that I could use fresh blood.” Mara purred. Dominic shuttered with the thought. She was an older vampire, created a while ago and had red glowing eyes, the palest skin one could have, and almost white hair. She repulsed him because she smelled like bad news, evil, and disgust rolled in one. “No! I am not here to join, but to inquire. Are you the leader of this clan, then?”

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits” I frowned. “How the hell do you know all this?” Drake smirked. “I read ancient books. You should try it sometime.” I rolled my eyes. “You? A nerd? I didn’t see that coming.” “I’ve been doing my homework while you’ve been handling the pack duties,” he said. His tone grew serious as he added, “And I found something in that abandoned lab we raided—the one where we freed the hybrids.” My heart sank at the grim look on his face. “What did you find?” Drake

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

He was just as miserable as I am. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door, and I saw how Dracula's glowing eyes went dim, and all the rage burning in him that was like a wild furnace vanished as his eyes went straight to the door. "Come in, please." He uttered in a very gentle voice that betrayed his vicious Lycan beast appearance. Just then the door gave way, and Scarlett was the one who stepped in. Fuck! Dracula cursed menacingly, growling, his eyes blazing with rage and frustration once more. Scarlett was frozen in terror when she saw Dracula in his Lycan beast form, with me and Randy lying helplessly in the pool of our blood.

Clancy asked, now calledied. "Just a brief request in return for your greatest desire." Dracula said. He was as white as snow with no veins or blood pulse to characterize under his skin, his woollen white hair fell down his face like a ghost shadowing his red eyes from sight, his nose pointed out like a goblin and as he spoke, razor sharp fangs could be seen. He was dressed in a long white jacket-like robe that stopped at his feet, black boots and grey wrist band. Clancy frowned his face "What are you talking about?" He asked.

The hybrid would need to suck on blood and feed for him to regain his strength, and Drake was an easy target. “Clubs are open for all, wolves, vampires, and witches, or do you have a sign that says otherwise, because I don’t recall seeing one.” He said, glaring at me. Elena handed him a bottle of water and another closed black bottle. He raised an eyebrow at her and she nodded.

She reminisced about the events that led up to placing her in the magical coffin and then explained the reason it was imperative that they flee as quickly as possible. A squirrel skittered up the tree next to him. With minimal thought or effort, Edwin caught it and walked toward the newly awakened vampire. Holding the traumatized squirrel out for Agatha, he said, “Here,” and then retreated. Agatha took the squirrel and handed it to Kira, who greedily drank its blood. When she’d finished, she asked for more. With a speed and proficiency that shocked him, Edwin caught two more squirrels and delivered them to the beautiful vampire. This time, he personally gave them to her.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w