Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

I took the book and opened it instinctively, the pages were old and the letters were in a different language but in my eyes the words started to form and translate themselves, how? I don't know but this is certainly the book I'm looking for. Vampire Dynasty The first rulers of the vampire world emerged with the arrival of Count Dracula in the third millennium B.C. Since then, his descendants have ruled the Night World ... Reading this excerpt kept me on alert, it was like I was about to discover something relevant and then I read it.

They had to speak Romanian, right? Wait, Transylvania was in Romania, right? In the novel Count Dracula? Yeah, that was the case. I haven't read that book in years, but I remember the funky town name. Did that mean there were vampires in Romania? I mean, that'd be such a cliché, but were there? I've never met a vampire before. What if Xaveraq had connections with the vampires? He was keeping Callista with the werebears, did that mean he was keeping her in Romania with the vampires?

One entry repeated a phrase in the margin: The house keeps what the master cannot. I didn’t like the sound of that. The air changed as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Shadows sharpened; warmth drained from the stones. Somewhere deep below, I heard the low hum of a violin tuning itself. I closed the last ledger and whispered, “So you’re awake.” The candles nearest me flickered once in answer. A heartbeat later, the great door opened without a touch. He stood there—Dracula—dressed in black again, eyes darker still, like the night hadn’t finished claiming him.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

"You walked into our home and murdered the Luna of the pack. You aren't leaving here alive." Zayn started walking toward me, his face dark. "Go back to your room, Snow White," he growled. "This is about to get very bloody." "SHE IS GOING NOWHERE!" Dracula roared. His human looking blue eyes turned a terrifying blood red. His sharp fangs slid down. "I came here for my bride, and I am taking her with me." Just then, the door opened. A woman walked in wearing a beautiful blue dress. Her black hair was pulled back in a neat bun.

💕(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.

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

Observing from the corner of my eye, I found the blond man’s eyes fall on Selene and John. “She’s beautiful, no?” I said, feigning distraction. “She doesn’t age…” He trailed off absently, and I glanced over to see his narrowed eyes fixated on her. “That’s kind of suspicious. Do Greeks have vampires in their mythology?” What even… I pondered in confusion, Good grief he’s probably an airhead…like Aubrey! “W-what? No, I’m not aware of any.” “But I know of Dracula’s existence.” “That’s Romanian history,” I muttered with a sip to calm myself because I could feel the judgment coming on.

Every moment in time can bring about a bit of change, it could be subtle or it could be drastic. Each night brings about a new dawn, and the world is renewed. Tonight marks a historical change in the Vampiric world, here tonight in this grand manor which is isolated in the upper state new york countryside. I Hunter Eldridge have brought about a reckoning, all of these council members who sat in their lofty thrones, and held themselves as gods above everyone else, learned how it would feel to meet their creators in death.

Something warm and soft was sprawled across my chest, breathing loudly, drooling slightly, and—worse—smelling faintly of my 1834 Château de Montclair. I blinked. Slowly. The absurdity of my resurrection sank in. I had not been awakened by destiny or ritual— but by a drunk woman wearing mismatched socks and the scent of stolen wine. She muttered in her sleep, “Five more minutes, Dracula.” …Dracula. Who in God’s forgotten name was Dracula? I moved. She stirred. Her lashes fluttered, and she blinked blearily up at me. Our eyes met. Her pupils dilated. Her body went still.