Dracula Reborn Novels & Stories

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Cruella decided to stop playing around and finish what she had started before someone else saw her which would leave her with no choice but to kill that person as well. She bit the third girl, breaking every bone in her body before spitting her out and then it was just Maeve now. Maeve shut her eyes, awaiting her death but when nothing happened after a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and was shocked to see Cruella back in her human form. She was naked and carried a smirk on her now flawless face, the benefits of being a vampire. “What, you thought I would give you such an easy ending? Nah, what's the fun in that?” Cruella asked, walking up to Maeve who was trembling seriously.

As I looked at him, I was drawn into a memory. Flashback "Do you know the difference between a Revenant and a vampire, Natalie?" My mother asked as I pulled my hair up. She was concerned that I wouldn't be ready for my 18th birthday in a year. "A vampire must be bitten by another vampire to become a Revenant, whereas a Revenant is an avenging person brought back to life to kill. The Revenant requires the aid of a witch in order to resurrect from the dead" I said as she smiled, pleased with my response.

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

“And you’re still mine. Vampire, wolf, or even a mix of both — I’m not going anywhere, Draven.” His heart swelled at her words. The machine beeped sharply, breaking the moment. Robert stepped forward, studying the glowing display screen. His face paled. “What is it?” Draven asked, his voice tense. Robert swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s neither. She’s not fully wolf or vampire. Her blood is… something else. A hybrid — but not just any hybrid.” He looked at Draven, his expression grim yet awed. “Her blood is stronger than any vampire’s I’ve ever seen. It’s powerful, ancient… like it’s been reborn into something entirely new. She’s evolved into something beyond bot

Inside laid the skeleton, with the silver stake in its heart. "Finally! The master will rise again!" Jason yelled and yanked the stake from it, the skeleton shook, then remained still. "Rise, master Vladimir Dracul! And claim your world!" The skeleton sat up, then grabbed Jason by his collar bringing him in it sank its fangs into his neck. "No! Master I brought you a worthy sacrifice!" "You have brought me yourself, you have been fooled by this woman" The eery voice came from the drinking corpse "Only with the blood of a worthy sacrifice can the tomb be opened, it was never about the followers!"

He looks like someone in his 30's. "Come to me Cobra", Dracula said in his growl. Cobra climbed the series of steps that led to Dracula's throne. The court of Dracula's throne was dark because it had no windows, it was an underground building with a few lit fire lamps to slightly illuminate the place, as he liked it. "Did we not kill the hybrid?!" he asked angrily. "Yes, we did Sire! We killed the hybrid last night!" Cobra said, still fresh from battle.