Dracula Renfield Novels & Stories

He was facing the window, seeming engrossed in watching the giant tree outside the building. Nevea knocked on the door softly, making the man look at him. “I am sorry to bother you, Dr. Dixon, but Raven needs help.” Nevea pointed at Raven with her head. Dr. Robert Dixon was a doctor in Vlassta for as long as she could remember. He was a vampire with the appearance of a forty-year-old man. The vampire walked closer and observed Raven closely. “What happened to him?” Robert asked while helping Nevea to take Raven into the nearest bed.

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.

Rickard had already guessed the result, so he calmly nodded and asked Benji to send the doctor off. After returning to the Duval residence, Benji’s expression looked slightly annoyed. His gaze swept across the room and landed on Renfrew, who had curled himself up in a corner and showed almost no inclination of communicating with others. Benji looked back at Rickard. "I didn’t think Hestia couldn't even tolerate Young Master Renfrew. She clearly knows about the young master’s condition, yet she couldn’t be bothered to lie to him."

she turned her head and tore open the bag containing the syringe, "Who wants to come early in the morning and draw your blood, and then take that Monster's blood..." Claire rolled her eyes, a far cry from the serious look she had before. When it came to the subject of artifacts, the research team was particularly reticent, as Ms. Alice was, and Claire's expression of disgust was even more pronounced. “Do you hate him?” I wondered at their unwarranted negativity, “he is so sweet and gentle...” “Sweet? Gentle?” Claire's face contorted. “That's definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard. You know, we...”

Zayn roared as he lunged, but the other twin, Jessica, blurred into motion, her nails elongating into black talons that whistled through the air, forcing Zayn back. "Stay focused, Alpha," Dracula mocked, his crimson eyes locked on mine. "You worry for her? You are too late. This room is full of thieves who have tasted what belongs to me." He tilted my head back, exposing my neck to the flickering candlelight. I saw Hailey watching us from the doorway, a sick, playful smile on her lips as she smoothed her blue dress. That bitch wasn't horrified by the blood instead she was turned on by the chaos.

Either way, he recognised the name. “I’m not sure about the first victim, but based on these details, I think victim 2 is an assassin who went by the name Dracula. He competed in the Tournament each time I was there. As I recall, he got the name because he had a pension for ripping out his victim’s throat with his teeth, and from what I witnessed, was likely to suffer from Renfield’s Syndrome,” he says darkly. I gag, suppressing the urge to vomit. “He drank blood?”

she answered me, and I just stared into her beautiful eyes, even though they were red. She just avoided looking at me and asked me to go back inside. We met Rufus with a serious face. At first, he didn't agree to join the advanced learning; Harold and I just let him. We didn't force it because we didn't want him to come voluntarily when he talked to Harold. Harold told me that Rufus is half-wolf and half-human. He is Sheena's ally? There is no solid evidence about this yet. Señor Dracula agrees even though Maria Vero and Maria Irene are against it.

Dracula "Who are you?" Dracula stepped forward, pushing Lucy behind him to safety, his fangs slowly shooting out. "My name is Egon Ajax Kayden and I am a Triton, fill in leader of the sirens." He announced, flames burning in his eyes as he set his staff down. "You have what belongs to us!" Dracula scrunched up his face and glanced around him for anything he might have taken from the siren kingdom. He hadn't even been there before.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."