Dracula Reborn Novels & Stories

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

Her scent steadied me—but it didn’t still the storm in my chest. Lucifer went on. “They weren’t prisons.” I frowned. “Then what?” “Templates.” His voice dipped, low and cold. “Molds. The ones who made the First Reborn didn’t just want to contain power. They wanted to replicate it. Shape it. Reproduce it in others. We were... experiments. Prototypes. Failures.” That hit me like a stone to the chest. “And now Draven’s trying to recreate it.” “Worst. He’s trying to finish it.”

" Now, you will all be reborn and will always be by my side. No questions, no answers, no arguments, just obedience for eternity. " With that he howled at the dark moon in the sky and the darkness around him detached itself from the surrounding and moved into the bodies of the deceased. It moved through their veins and their cells and the movement was externally visible. It entered through the nose and came out of the mouth. It contoured itself into the respective human form of it's hosts. A shadowy replica of the bodies, that were lying on the floor. They stepped forward and bowed before Helos, who began clapping and laughing maliciously.

Marcus groaned and replied, “In a broad daylight? Do you think it’s a good idea if someone will find those dead bodies?” “I’m sorry,” she apologized as soon as she understood what he was trying to tell her. Marcus was right. They were not living in the woods like in the old times. They were in a prosperous town of Deathfall led by a Lycan King, Lord Alexander. Deathfall was a unique settlement where werewolves could co-exist with humans. It has wildlife which was of great importance to the wolves of Deathfall. It was majestic and common homes have ebony wood rooftops, and stone veneer walls. Several packs of wolves including White Pride and her father’s pack, Midnight have existed in Deathfa

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

So, I looked for the next best thing any kind of drawings along the pages, I only found some of herbs and sun and moon cycles but none of the words underneath I understood. I was about to close the brown book when one of the pages flickered and rearranged themselves making them readable, must be magic helping me again. I was thankful since this page and the next few gave me in site to twins and how magic is given to them based on what species they are. There were only three races spoke about on these pages Wolves, Dragons and Vampires. Vampires were most common to have twins, wolves being the second and dragons being last. Vampires were in human form not a shifter, but they went through a pr

"I can smell the blood on your thoughts. It stinks." I forced a smile, leaning against the desk. "I am bringing her home, Granny. That’s all." "Home?" She let out a dry, rattling wheeze that might have been a laugh. She began to flip the cards with terrifying speed. "You are chasing a ghost. I told you to leave that girl alone. She is a glitch in the world, Marcus. I don't know why but her soul is dead. She will be the end of you." I looked down at the table. Three cards sat in a row. They weren't like any tarot deck I had seen before. The art was crude, dark, and felt heavy, as if the ink was mixed with something foul.

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

I was reborn. And I was pregnant. "Congratulations, Madam. Three and a half weeks. It's a miracle—an extremely rare half-blood." The private doctor stared at the blood analysis, his voice trembling with awe. "Such a half-blood is born once in a millennium! His birth will shake the supernatural world!" He reached for his communicator. "I must report to the Lord..." "Put it down." I grabbed his wrist. My voice was flat. Dead. He looked at me in shock.