Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

Cold whispered through the air and the temperature of the room dropped to freezing level. The power of an ascended. “What do you want with me?” I repeated before the cold froze off my tongue. “Why, to bring my despicable son to his knees and take over the world. Although I have no use for you after the first part”, Adraina replied, already at the door. “Your city is about to witness the hidden madness of the vampires in three days”. The only bulb lighting up the room went off and I couldn’t see squat. That was weird, I should be able to see in the dark at least.

“I had no choice. He learned of my association with you and ordered me to summon you. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that there is no denying an order from Edmund.” “Who is he to you?” I demanded. “Besides the fact that he is a direct descendant of Dracula. A pure vampire. He is in charge of the vampires of North America,” she explained. “I thought that Dracula was a fictional character in a story book written by Brahm Stoker,” I said with disbelief. “You’re telling me that he actually exists?” She nodded. “Unbelievable,” I spat. “And the outfit? It’s pure Bela Lugosi.”

It was at that moment that he finally lowered his head with his fangs in full view right towards Darun’s neck, digging his fangs deep into them, right before he began to suck his blood. Slowly at first, until he picked up a little speed, greedily sucking all he could into his mouth, like it was some kind of sweet nectar that he had never taken before. It was at this moment that Darun finally stirred, his eyes slowly flipping open as he felt, something cold and refreshing sliding down his throat. He drank a little more in delight, wrapping his mouth around the source of it, until he realized that the source happened to be a wrist. It was at this moment that he quickly scrambled back in obviou

No answer, no one in sight. He checked the usual rooms and parlours around the house she stayed in, but yet, nothing. Worry started to subtly wrack his spine. It was late. Where on earth was she? He went back downstairs and stepped outside looking through the darkness. An average human eye wouldn't see jack, but he could see clearly with his paranormal eye. And Olivia was nowhere in sight. He descended the entrance steps and that was when the scent hit him. Titan had been a werewolf long enough to know what that scent meant.

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.

A perfect fit. The old man turned the key, and as he did, the ground beneath Scarlet shook. He stepped back, and the gold door opened on its own. The site took Scarlet’s breath away. Shining, golden rays of light radiated out of the chamber, filling the tunnels. It was so bright, the vampires had to turn and look away. Only the old man continued to stare, his large pale blue eyes transfixed, as he stepped forward. He reached out, and grabbed hold of something with his hands.

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.

“Think hard.” I put my arm around her and she fell against my chest. Dao-Ming handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes. After a few moments of tense silence, she began her story. “They whisper through den. No one knows truth for certain, but I believe is correct because I hear it many times from many vampires,” she said in slow, carefully enunciated words. “I will tell and then you will see why you can do nothing. “In the year fourteen-hundred and thirty-one, a son was born to noblewoman in Romania. She named him Vlad. He was son of Vlad who was member of Dracul order. This means Devil. Dracula is true son of devil.”

“It’s pretty interesting, actually. And could be a disaster now that I’m thinking about it. Lucas told me there are a handful of vampires who don’t want to assimilate, and they go around trying to make things difficult for those who have. I’m not sure the specific details, but he made it sound like these vampires are going after the businesses he owns or something like that. Basically fucking shit up in order to get back at him for following the rules of the Vampire Council. Three vampires showed up at my house last night after they got my address from Eliza, Lucas’s vampire daughter or sister or whatever you’d call her, and he was not happy.” “Oh, wow. That is interesting and you’re right.

Clancy asked, now calledied. "Just a brief request in return for your greatest desire." Dracula said. He was as white as snow with no veins or blood pulse to characterize under his skin, his woollen white hair fell down his face like a ghost shadowing his red eyes from sight, his nose pointed out like a goblin and as he spoke, razor sharp fangs could be seen. He was dressed in a long white jacket-like robe that stopped at his feet, black boots and grey wrist band. Clancy frowned his face "What are you talking about?" He asked.