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the pale man named Morbius Draven answered in his usual cold voice and started washing his hands that were fully prepared for him. Morbius Draven was not aged and still looked in his 40s as he was a vampire duke in his own land called El Mezzanotte. He cold and ruthless vampire of his own land. He was not afraid of tainting his own hands with blood, especially when his subjects were on the line. He can be anyone's notorious nightmare in their lives. "Understood, I will get our family doctor to check it before sending it off to the hospitals." Rizal, his head butler bodyguard politely responded before handing a clean towel to his master.

His face was a mask of shredded meat. But he was laughing. It was a dry, hacking sound. "You... you almost had me," Dracula whispered, stumbling toward us. His wounds weren't healing as fast, but they were healing. "But I am Vlad Dracula tepesh, son of Lucifer and Prince of hell. As long as there is darkness in this world, I cannot die." He raised his one remaining hand. The air around us began to grow cold, so cold that my breath froze in my throat. He was drawing the life out of everything around him. The dead bodies of the wolves and vampires on the ground began to wither and turn to dust as he sucked their remaining essence into himself.

Kyle's pov "I'd let Drake take over this lecture for now," I said almost at the same time I teleported from their midst. They wouldn't be surprised anymore. It is something I do regularly on their watch. I was a rare type of vampire. I have conducted much research as to why I had various unique gifts compared to others but I've always come out as ignorant as before. One of my journeys to the witches' cave made me understand I could do whatever I wanted to suffice. It was in my mind to do so. They said Dracula, personally birthed me from death and as such, I could do almost everything he could perform. Emphasis on the almost.

"I can feel your fear, smell your blood, and my body is screaming to take a big, huge bite." Elijah Orleans was overcome with uncontrollable fear that seemed to fill every part of his body. The woman standing before him had a face that turned dark as she stared at him. She pulled back a little, her chest rising, and her mouth opening in a way that he knew was not possible for a normal human being. Large fangs came out in the place of her normal teeth, and her face took on the shape of a ferocious animal. Veins popped out on her face, and her pure brown eyes turned a shade of black worse than anything he had ever seen before. She growled, emitting the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.

“Yes, and I found it rather interesting. What was he doing praying on a child?” “You have no business here, stranger, and you need to leave unless you feel like joining my clan and being one of my pets. You’re yummy enough that I could use fresh blood.” Mara purred. Dominic shuttered with the thought. She was an older vampire, created a while ago and had red glowing eyes, the palest skin one could have, and almost white hair. She repulsed him because she smelled like bad news, evil, and disgust rolled in one. “No! I am not here to join, but to inquire. Are you the leader of this clan, then?”

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.

Alexis felt there was an attachment to it when she saw the house. Slowly, Alexis stepped back there to get closer and closer to the simple house. She didn't know what she was feeling when she saw the house. As if, Alexis felt a longing there. Evens he also began to realize that her eyes were starting to well up with tears. She felt so familiar with the house, though she wasn't so sure what had happened right now with her feelings. But not long after, Alexis stopped her footsteps and fell silent right in front of the house. Alexis looked right at a man walking out of the house there. "Adrian?" Alexis muttered in disbelief. The man that she saw coming out of the house was Adrian. And Alexis wa

It could be a pure-blooded elf, a pure-blooded dragon… Or a pure-blooded god Dracula gulped down the contents of the vial with a greedy look on his face. His eyes conveyed his intoxication, like a man drunk on fine wine. He licked his lips and looked at the vial with regret, muttering, “It’s too delicious to be wasted here. What a pity.”

“We know that he has returned from hell, and because of his time spent on the other side, his power has grown strong. He is full of tricks the likes of which we’ve never seen before.” Audience members looked around at one another, catching each other’s eyes, but once again no one said a word. “You have heard the rumors, yes? Dracula can shift his shape, becoming a bat or a wolf at will. He can turn into a fog or mist. He has the mental power of manipulation. You may have him cornered and then suddenly decide you should let him go for no apparent reason. To combat this, we have brought in some of the most talented emotional manipulators available to us.” She gestured to a group sitting near t

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.