Dracula Gutenberg Novels & Stories

"Don't trust anything." We followed Dracula inside. The castle's interior was exactly as I remembered, gothic, elegant, and slightly menacing. Candles burned everywhere despite the fact that electricity clearly existed here. Portraits of people who were probably dead lined the walls. And everywhere, there were vampires. Watching us. Whispering. "They're staring," Marcus whispered. "They're hungry," Erina replied. "Stay close to me. They won't attack while I'm here." Dracula led us through winding corridors until we reached a massive library. Books covered every surface, floor to ceiling. Some looked ancient, bound in leather that might have been skin. Others glowed with their own light.

– 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.

On the dark oak counter rested a velvet-lined wooden case containing a manuscript Helena had not seen the day before. “There are truths that only reveal themselves when blood recognizes its match,” murmured Mrs. Gable, her bony fingers sliding over the book’s cover. “You touched the Wolf, didn’t you? And from the glow in your eyes, he touched you as well.” Helena did not confirm it, but the tremor in her hands as she opened the manuscript was answer enough. The document was a memorial record from one of Dante’s ancestors, dated before the great sawmill fire. As she read, the structure of Blackwater’s supernatural universe began to expand before her eyes in layers of tragedy and destiny.

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."

Lucy paled, her eyes widening in fear, as Henry lurched forward and clasped his mouth to her neck. There was nothing gentle or pleasurable about Henry’s bite. He gnarled and sucked at her neck like a starving man, and the pain was clear on Lucy’s face. Her mouth dropped open as if she wanted to scream but it was silent. When Henry finished, shoving Lucy away, she swayed dangerously on her feet, nearly fainting. As Henry appeared to be done with her, she started to walk away. The entire scene turned my stomach. The Vampire King, it seemed, was somehow even crueler than Damien.

I kick out her wrist and disarm her elbow Death in the stomach and kick out at Pestilence when she comes near. Seeing that I have no choice, I fly over each woman, call to their power and siphon them off until my sisters vanish from sight. Sorrow fills me as each woman disappears. However, I don’t have time to mourn before the ceiling begins to come down on us. The Creator roars as Lucifer and the others stab at him, but I can tell that they’re not gaining any ground. The Creator’s dragon breaks through the ceiling, revealing the utter destruction that has been reaped on earth. Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground.

“I have never heard that term before.” “No,” Aaron admitted. “I was wondering that myself.” Christian cleared his throat, and Aaron wondered if he actually had the answer but was too timid to say anything in front of the female Hunter. Eventually, he said, “A ‘demonic’ Vampire is one that has returned from hell. In this case, we believe that Dracula is the reincarnation of Vlad the Impalor, one of the most violent Vampires of all time. Are you familiar?” Aaron and Catherine both nodded; of course, they knew about Vlad.

They also had a strong desire for bloodlust. Both Gaius and Dracula were not affected by bloodlust and crucifixes. They will not die under sunlight and wooden stakes on their hearts but will weaken almost to a mortal being. They could even control the weather by covering the sky with thick, stormy clouds to shield them from the sunlight. They also possess mesmerism, which is the ability to mentally dominate, coerce, and order people to obey his desires upon eye-to-eye contact.

Regardless of whatever was going on with Nathaniel, we had a vaccine to develop. Everyone was already in the lab when I got there. Nathaniel and Luke were on opposite ends of the room, their expressions stony. Lyla, Julienne and Grayson were all gathered around the desk, catching up with Dr Bauer. “Alpha, good morning,” Dr Bauer said, her voice low and gravely as if she’d smoked twenty a day for most of her life. Of course she had; even vampires struggled with the side effects of cigarettes. “Morning, Dr Bauer. Has Lyla got you up to date?”

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