Dracula Renfield Novels & Stories

" Dimitri repeated with a serious face. Rene didn't know what to say and was embarrassed by what the man in front of her had said, her face turning red with embarrassment. How could she avoid this strange-looking handsome man? He is a werewolf... He should have known..that Rene is still a virgin right?

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

I said to Titan. “Well she’s a Vampire, sooooo.” Titan howled. “Good point.” I replied. The blood was on Rowen’s door as well, and a larger puddle was protruding from underneath it. The door was large, and solid rose gold with his name, in black old english lettering across it ‘Rowen’. It wasn’t open, but I could hear rustling from the other side, and what sounded like screaming. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain… or both.

i snap and turn to walk away. "you really should give Ren to us" he says taking a step closer to the border. but just then the rest of our worriors show up and the mystery wolves freeze. "now leave and never come back" i say with my alpha voice and they take off back where they came. i look down at ren and she is unconcous and getting really pale. i take off towards the pack doctor not caring that i am naked and runing threw our little town. *************************************************************

Delaphine said with a bright smile as she reached for an apple from a low branch and bite right into it. "I hope you get what your heart desire," I wished her. "Ho-oh.., someone who you can't stand is coming towards us," Delaphine whispered to me. My head turned to see who it was and my stomach instantly churned noticing it was Turner Cavill. A boy who was also a part of my village before it was attacked by werewolves. "Let's go somewhere else," I told Delaphine as I quickly got up. Turner ran in front of me stopping me before I could move from the tree.

He stormed to the wheelbarrow and uncovered the body, flinging the cloth off. “Drained blood, no heart, and now, eyes are gone!! How do you not know of the Valley vampires?! They are engraved in every scroll in the study chambers and even drawn out by artists. Arts which are hung through the entire of the Alpha's quarters!!!” Rudolph cried, raking a wild hand through his brown locks. “We are screwed…” He muttered to himself. I finally straightened my back, this was no joke. “I thought a wild beast did that to her.” I muttered.

This woman is more interesting than I had first thought and the idea of making this woman my sex slave is more appealing to me than I would like to admit. “I am not going anywhere with you either.” The brave, yet foolish, human says through gritted teeth. If it wasn’t for the slight tremble I can see moving through her body, I would think that she was fearless in this moment. A snorted chuckle reaches my ears from just behind me, indicating that Dracula finds this situation more amusing than he found it when she spoke to him in this manner. “Until we meet again, my dear.” Dracula says, before disappearing in a cloud of bats that take off towards the open window to the right of the theatre.

He was good, and I almost felt sorry for him, for I knew that Jacqueline would not spare him, Jacqueline wouldn't forgive, and who knows, Elayne might be pretending to be good. Dracula returned to us and crouched before me since I was still in my seat from the party. "You are a doctor, you said and proved." I glanced at his white face, avoiding his eyes with everything in me, "Why do you bring that up again?" "Nothing much, you just have to choose, though you do not have many choices to choose from." There, I dared it, I dared a look into his eyes. Unlike the several eyes I've seen, which would have different colours with white surrounding them, his was fully black. Completely black.

I grumbled, laughing sarcastically. Walking closer to the bed with my eyelid half open, imagining what my innocent mind shouldn't be imagining, I knocked over a clay pot and it shattered to the ground. I frowned in frustration, swatting down to clean it up. What a killjoy. Suddenly, Dracula walked into the room and carried me to the bed. Our faces were so close that I couldn't help but gulp hard and say, “I promise I didn't see anything. Just your back.” A warm smile spread across his face, “Are you sure you didn't see anything?”

I could hear them, circling, searching for us. "We need to move," Walter said, appearing with Willow. Both were bloodied. "Before they find us." We were lifting Erina when the shadows appeared. Not normal shadows. These were alive, writhing, spreading across the sand like ink in water. The enforcers roared—not in aggression, but in fear. They retreated, backing away from the darkness. And from those shadows stepped Dracula. He looked exactly as I remembered—tall, elegant, dressed in that crimson suit. His eyes swept over the carnage, then landed on us.