Dracula Gutenberg Novels & Stories

Goodbye, Dracula. The sun rose into the sky at dawn. It was the Great Glare today. Even though it was not noon yet, the day was still powerful enough to weaken a vampire tremendously. If I did not make my escape now, I would never have another chance. I leaped into the turbulent river. Outside the dungeon doors, Dracula pushed away Anna, who was trying to help him up, and rushed madly into the dungeon. However, there was no longer any sign of me in there. The only thing waiting for him was a floor covered with blood.

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.

Dracula. I thought I heard the name somewhere. Yes right, the bloodthirsty king had told me the story of Dracula, the man who made a deal with the Devil. Grabbing the book I looked at its front. It was bound in brown old leather and smelled of dust. I slowly opened it, the pages were cracked and barely holding together. As I looked at the page the first word I read was Draco. Draco, it was what the bloodthirsty king called Lucian.

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.”

“I’d think you’d be begging for more.” When he threw his head back while laughing at his own sick humor, Edwin seized the moment and twisted from beneath him. Before the vampire could grasp what was happening, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled with all his might. A loud popping sound pummeled his eardrums as the vampire’s body fell limp to the ground. Not wanting to take a chance on the vampire coming back to life, and remembering a scene from the Twilight saga, he tossed a lit match on the headless body. It immediately burst into flames.

All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh. It didn’t tell her much. It was just the usual definition of vampires, their history, some validities of their reality, and sources. Merely scrolling down, she picked up the most common keywords classic monsters and Count Dracula, which happened to be a legend from Bram Stoker’s epic novel, Dracula. She had already read it and things were becoming rather repetitive. No matter how hard she tried to fit Zheira’s description to how the article described vampires, there weren’t any. Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first.

“That’s enough for me.” “Two?” Nandru said with surprise as he leaned forward. “I was only aware of your encounter with Wadim, who, although illegitimate, was of Dracula’s seed. Who else have you encountered?” He quickly surmised that I must be referring to Doru, who was unfortunate enough to be visiting Wadim at the time of the massacre. “Oh, you mean Doru, Dracula’s second born.” “Oh, hell, I forgot about him,” I grumbled. “So then I’ve met three sons, two with status and one bastard freak.”

Truth weighed down on Draven's shoulder, anxiously turning the pages until his eyes caught familiar lines written in italics. Breathing become difficult for him, his hands trembled as book slipped from his hands. His eyes wide opened as he shook his head. "No! No! No ! No! No! No! No!" Lucifer's jaw tensed, his two long strides took him where Draven dropped the book, the book exactly opened on the page where Draven was reading and Lucifer's brows knitted together. "I don't understand." He muttered and Draven swallowed hard. Lucifer's eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled as he read the lines written elegantly in italics.

Dante hurried past me, and I inhaled deeply. “Let Nero know we were targeted,” I mumbled uneasily. Returning to the kitchen, I turned on the sink and stuck my arms underneath the faucet with my knife. I noticed Dante coming up from the basement with a startled look on his face. “That was the biggest Lycan I have ever seen, and you made his chest hamburger crazy,” he stated while impressed. Drying my arms off and knife with paper towels, I chuckled. “I was fighting for mine and my unborn child's life and did what I had to,” I asserted.

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