Dracula Reborn Novels & Stories

"Gods cannot die. They are forms of energy, more like energy itself born in the cosmos. When they die, they always are reborn just like energy always finds ways to change its form. The moongod is reincarnated into Kaya and with this power Kaya can not only birth a new werewolf breed, but also turn demihumans into werewolves without the bite." "How do you know all this?" My eyes followed where the stick disappeared into the cave. "As the next Dracula of this generation, I can also access the memories of my past lives. I know you don't trust me, but I can tell you that if we don't destroy them now they will go after Kaya. They'll use him to turn demihumans into werewolves and to breed new ones

, I asked and he didn't answer immediately, rather he looked at me with a serious expression. "Wait, don't tell me...", I began, my head reeling from the ridiculous theory that Luke was offering. I placed the glass of water I had been sipping from gently on the table. "Don't tell me you think he died then resurrected", I told him and he pursed his lips. "Because we both know that's impossible", I pointed out. "Is it?", he asked. "Of course it is", I scoffed. "I know we are werewolves and there are werewolves who are pretty powerful but coming back from the dead? I've never heard of that happening", I told him.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

That was where I died, right? The memory of everything that happened at the hospital came back slowly, and I couldn't get past the thought that Damon was the one holding the syringe. They both watched me die. I managed to stand up, looking for some possible explanation for whatever had happened. As I looked down at my body, I knew that it was wasn't mine. The hips were a lot wider, and my hands looked slightly bigger as well. I was taller. This body wasn't mine. I heard the snap of broken twigs, making me look up immediately. I looked around in a panic, taking in the sight of wolves that had already surrounded me. I slowly took a step back, wincing in pain as one of the twigs pricked my foot

He looked like a fairytale prince, like the man I once trusted with my soul. Like he hadn’t ripped it out of my chest. My knees buckled, My father held me upright, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears. And then everything began to make sense. The Moon Goddess answered me. She heard my prayer, she sent me back to take my revenge. I had just been reborn six years back, to my wedding day with Darren. To the very day I married the man who would kill me and his unborn child. To the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Deep in the heart of an uncharted part of the world, where shadows danced with whispers and power held dominion over loyalty, a secretive compound thrived. It was a place no one stumbled upon by chance, a fortress cloaked in mist and guarded by legions of the unseen. Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it.

“That’s enough for me.” “Two?” Nandru said with surprise as he leaned forward. “I was only aware of your encounter with Wadim, who, although illegitimate, was of Dracula’s seed. Who else have you encountered?” He quickly surmised that I must be referring to Doru, who was unfortunate enough to be visiting Wadim at the time of the massacre. “Oh, you mean Doru, Dracula’s second born.” “Oh, hell, I forgot about him,” I grumbled. “So then I’ve met three sons, two with status and one bastard freak.”

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.

"Protect the Lycan King!" I stared at the highly coordinated rogues in front of me. I took a step back. I was actually reborn. Right at the very beginning of the nightmare. I looked down at the silver distress flare in my hand. While no one was watching, I tossed the flare straight into the nearby lake. Then, I threw myself in front of the Lycan King, who was struggling against the rogues. Under the King's shocked gaze, I used my body as a shield, taking slash after slash from the rogues' claws.