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“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

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.

“And less kind than you believe.” “Kindness doesn’t live in this house,” Elias said. His hands were open at his sides, palms empty, as if to prove he brought no weapon but himself. “Only choices.” “For once,” Dracula murmured, “we agree.” The next movement was so simple it barely qualified as movement at all. Dracula stepped in—not fast, just inevitable—and laid a hand against Elias’s chest. Not a blow. Not a choke. A touch that emptied the room of air.

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.

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

– 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.

“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.

My curiosity started when Freeda suddenly thought that I was a vampire, she was so weird at that time. I also got up and picked up the book on my desk. This book is all about Dracula, written by Bram Stoker. I haven't read any books on the shelves, I'm not into reading. It's boring. Well, Enzo and Flynn are the bookworms in the pack, they loved to stay at the library. Enzo loved to read romance books and that's gross, while Flynn loved to read mystery thriller books of Agatha Christie. He once pushed me to read the book, Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle but I refused, I was busy painting some sceneries.

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.

he trailed off, his attention diverted by a notification on his phone. I didn't mean to look at his phone, but I couldn't help but notice that it was a notification announcing the release of a series I have been anticipating. "Oh my God, is that 'Dracul’ by Dacre Stoker and J.D. Barker?" I exclaimed, my excitement evident. "Yeah, you know it?" he asked. "Duhhh! I love horror fiction. I've been waiting for it to come out," I gushed, thrilled to find someone who shared my enthusiasm.