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Alexis tried to threaten. But with a very fast movement, Adrian managed to grab Alexis by the neck and pressed her body against the wall in the hallway. Alexis began to have trouble breathing. With a feeling of tension and fear all over her body, Alexis tried to free herself from Adrian's grip. Adrian brought his face close to Alexis' neck, sucking in the air around him greedily. “I couldn't help myself since this morning. Your scent is very fragrant and intoxicating. I have never smelled blood like this in my life. And it feels like it's driving me crazy." After saying that, without a word, Adrian bit Alexis' neck and drank her blood. At that moment Adrian suddenly widened his eyes, he was

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

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

I had napped for a brief period before I was back in the library, surrounded by books and papers and cold tea. Roxanna's writing was far more elegant than my own, a beautiful swirl of words, but I almost didn't need to read them to know what they say. It was like I'd written them myself. Except for one. A small piece of paper that was tucked away in an original copy of Dracula, a gift from Mina Harker, a friend to Roxanna, and Bram Stoker who'd written it after hearing the tale from Johnathan and Abe themselves over a feast, and too much wine.

Chapter 59 "Attack!" Dracula shouted. The ground trembled under the weight of dozens of paws. At that same moment, one of the witches dared the unthinkable. She flew straight toward Dracula, descending in a graceful spiral, her lips parted in a seductive smile. Her voice flowed like poisoned honey: "Come, my prince… let me show you the true pleasure of the night…" Dracula looked at her. Slowly, he raised an eyebrow, his expression one of surprise and deep contempt.

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

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”

“Well, at least tell me if I have one part right.” “You have always been so stubborn,” Raquel smirks. Putting his pointer finger into the air, he offers me hope. “Fine. I will give you only one fact.” “Yay!” I clap eagerly. Raquel covers his mouth. Almost as if he is attempting to hide a smile. “I said one, Katrina. Now, go on before I change my mind.” My mind filled with unique books I read, remembering that I read about different creatures from vampires to werewolves and demons to Fae. Then one, in particular, hits me. I can see it as clear as day.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Her beautiful eyes closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as she covered Miren's eyes. Then, all of a sudden, there was a blinding light that flashed through the air, and the sharp knife pierced through Drake's heart. A river of fresh black blood began to flow, and within the glimmering darkness, there began to appear minuscule golden particles that were brimming with magic. A peculiar liquid began to emerge from Drake's body, and this liquid was the most valuable thing that a royal vampire could possess. Miren's hand became drenched in blood as it gushed out from the wound.