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With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated. He was sealed, still conscious, inside a coffin, a cruel torture to inflict on anyone. Seven thousand years passed. The seal weakened, and Dracula was finally freed. All that time, being trapped but aware, had driven him mad. He discovered that by sharing his blood, he could create creatures like himself vampires. During this time, he met Luca Giovanni, Lorenzo's grandfather, an immortal werewolf. Luca had somehow killed Syrax, the dragon of fire, and taken his power for himself achieving immortality. How he did this remained a mystery even till this day.

“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.”

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

One gesture would be enough for them to attack. "Give up, boy Darkmoor," Dracula said, his voice rough and demonic. "You will never defeat me. I am the Prince of Darkness, the one and only Count Dracula. And you… you are nothing compared to me, insolent brat." He slightly raised his left hand. On his index finger gleamed an ancient ring with a massive ruby, its inner light pulsing like living blood. With a subtle movement of his fingers, he gestured to the side, and the trees in front of him trembled violently.

The way you handled things that were old enough to make your hands feel young by comparison She set it down. Opened it to the page she'd marked the night before with a strip of paper torn from the margin of her notepad. Demi came and stood beside her. The text was in classical vampire legal dialect. the specific register used in foundational succession documents Most people who worked with vampire legal texts used modern transliterated versions. Nora worked from the originals because the transliterations lost things. They always lost things. "Can you read it?" Demi said. "Yes." "Can you read it out loud in a language I can understand?"

Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer. "Keep the card carefully. If you lose it, you will be fined." He warned. Lyla took the paper from Mr. Burgog's hand and put it in her pocket. The library had always been her favorite place. In fact, there was an underground library that contains books of witchcraf in her mother's house. However, the Gothic Academy's library was much larger. The books seemed to be countless. As she was selecting books on a row of towering shelves, her eyes caught the figure of a young man with shoulder-length black hair, talking to Mr. Burgog. The young man who Louisa had warned several times not to get into troub

Chapter 18 The Life After Death (The Last Reign of Vampires) In the very wild farm owned by the Bladimr Family, they chose to bury the remains of Dralia Vara Caldaraba, the child of Delia, and Dracu who went missing a long time ago.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

Kill after kill, life after life, death before death, like an Ouroboros, an eternal and vicious circle and yet an electrifying feeling to Count Dracula, the dragon. Alex unlocks the door and walks into the room, her gown expressing her curves but there is no one to appreciate it except the beast and his victims. Dracula’s clothing is covered in blood, his face and hands are drenched in the blood of the scientists. He drops the last of the dismembered scientist as he sees Alex, “Get someone to clean this place up,” she gives a slight bow as Dracula walks out of the room. She checks to make sure she is alone, she goes to one of the computers and plugs in a flash drive and she downloads informa