Dracula Lottery Novels & Stories

"Besides, it would help them if they knew what was really happening. They could prepare themselves with silver bullets -" "-and garlic," Draco laughed. "You are believing the human stories too. And what makes you think that the United Nations is going to surrender all their precious silver jewels to fight some mythical monster of movies?" Mitch scowled and drained his drink. "Besides, I came here bearing news," Draco said, sitting down opposite Mitch. "What is it?" Mitch asked as he refilled his cup. "I got a mail last night," Draco said. "It came from the werewolf council."

" I've been on this earth longer than you think, and longer than I should, and I've rarely heard of the man. Apparently, he was a fan of Melia. " Yes, he was. " Elijah told she and turned his gaze to the main entrance of the kitchen, Melia was there with her diary open, turning the pages without even touching them. "But how the hell...? " It's sorcery. " Said Za"It's called lordeath. " That's not a poison," Za couldn't help but laugh at the question " No, Elijah, it's not a poison. " So what is it? It's just that... It says in the book that they killed the mother..." He hadn't finished speaking when he heard how something closed abruptly, it was the door that Melia had slammed.

I didn't want to be his next broken toy. ​Lucifer reached out and gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. His skin was warm, but it made me feel sick. ​"No, you are wrong, Lilith," he said firmly. "You are special. You are not like any other woman I have ever met. I could never get bored of you." ​Suddenly, a deep, strong voice came from the doorway. ​"Father." ​Lucifer stopped touching my face. We both turned to see a young man standing there. It was Dracula, Lucifer’s second son.

With one final shriek, the vampire wriggled before bursting into nothing but ashes. Adrenaline pumping through her body after the kill, she took off in the direction that she was headed in when the vampire had appeared. A long night of hunting had finally come to an end and she could now return home. The city tonight was frozen. Thousands laid up in their homes to hide away from winter's harsh bite, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike when needed. Of course, at this hour there were still some people around but most were drunks that were intoxicated to the point where hallucinations were possible. There was no need to be discreet for now.

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

Someone even Flora was scared to reveal. “I think I know who he is!” Perlita exclaimed, her face no longer showing excitement, but dread and fear for her friend who might as well have signed a contract with the devil. She slowly turned to her friend who looked back at her. Her face reflected the fear that she was feeling inside. “Is it he?” Perlita asked the question in a whisper. Flora nodded as tears threatened to fall once more from her glistening eyes. Perlita whispered in an almost inaudible voice, “Dante de Orsica.”

We have more important things to do. " And one more thing .. " I open the trunk of the car wherein lies a large cooler . " Open it " I gesture towards Michael and then the cooler . He seems hesitant and Alec looks away as well . " Oh lord please bless my nostrils and provide them with some protection " Michael holds his breath and opens the cooler . "Dinner ? " Michael jokes but even I can tell he is absolutely disgusted . There are 3 vampire heads . It's a gift to Dracula . We'll leave his minions' heads in his daughter's room after kidnapping her .

It would seem though that the universe had one more big break to spare as we faded into the hug a portal made out of bright light opened up and instantly we took up defensive positions, and as the magic threatened to burst from my finger tips, a lone haggard yet relief sighting for worried eyes stepped through. "Elena" I whisper her name just as she crashes to the floor. ELENA I felt two strong arms wrap tightly around me easing me off my feet, I clutched the vial for what I was worth, holding on because our last hope swirled inside of it. "Dracula" I groan "You have to get the sap to him, it's the only way, the only cure." Gulliver seems to hear me and immediately stops shrieking at the gua

Aunt Belinda quickly gave the man water to drink which he gulped down quickly but the bleeding from his neck and pain which surged through him didn't stop. As Sarah and Aunt Belinda approached the dying escort, his labored breaths filled the air. They knelt beside him and continued to examine him. "He got bitten by a vampire, Aunt. He's dying…" Sarah cried. "I know. He doesn't have much time..Listen, where you sent to escort Lily that day?" The escort's voice came out as broken whispers, "Yes…me and…2 others, but they…are dead…" Sarah's voice trembled with empathy as she gently touched the man's arm. "Hang on, please. We need to know what happened to Lily. Can you tell us who took her?"

She should have expected this outcome, but she could hardly control the knot of disappointment curling in her belly. Flipping aside the bedspread, Belinda got out of bed. Her overnight bag was back in the foyer, where she'd abandoned everything else and stumbled with the Lycan to the bedroom. She threw on a polo and sweatpants, then reached for her sweater because the morning was cold. A shadow outside the window caught her eye, and she moved towards it to further inspect the figure. Draven stood under the early morning sky, both his hands inside his pants pocket, steadily gazing at a grave. The grass around the sight was mowed low, and the tombstone at the head of the grave read "Eudora Eli