Dracula Renfield Novels & Stories

"I was convinced you were that dense to so foolishly obey my words and depart like that. Turns out you're even pathetically slow-witted." Quite brain-bugging, I find no harm done to Julia and I'm hit with conflict as I stand away and look across to the Vampire now leisurely staring at me with the lower half of his face obstructed by the old book in his hands. What was I mistaken about? We hold gazes at my anxiety. His crimsons are deep and too hazy to stay with for long. It looks like an expanse of wilderness in them, yet, it can be a hoax. Was I overthinking?

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

When I looked up, fear grabbed me even though I wasn't as s aref as others. Why? Because I'd seen that before. His eyes were bright yellow, has pointed ears, shallow cheeks, single chin, and grey, scaly skin and a pale skin revealing his green veins. He opened his mouth to reveal two upper curved fangs and two lower smaller. Screams came from right around me. I closed my eyes to drown their voices and try to think about why this person would be appearing here all over again. "Open your eyes Bella" his voice called out, gently as he lightly touched my chin.

Remembering Ren had use of tendrils, her nose started to bleed just a little. "Ha..ha.. ha.." Melinda started to pant as the orgasm she was holding back started to build to a fever pitch. The Nightmare Manual, no longer circulating as it was beaten back by Ren. Letting Melinda contend with him all on her own. "..Ren.." Mewling a little, the princess started to move against his hand as her eyes squinted, looking at him. Almost to the point they were about to close. Hands gripping the bedsheets as he sped up, then stopped all of a sudden.

How could this be happening? “Ah, Yolanda, come in my dear,” Nandru said sweetly. His eyes were steady as he watched her glide into the room. “I’d like to introduce you to my most esteemed guest, Dragomir, son of our King, Count Dracula.”

I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.”

I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here. For I couldn't afford any scandals over this. It was too weird a situation. "Please, please wake up" I whispered this like a mantra as I held the man and watched him intently. His veins were still visible on his neck and jaw and his eyes were shut but I didn't give up. I held my wrist over his mouth and continued begging him to wake up. After what felt like four minutes, the veins on his neck began to vanish and the man dragged in a ragged breath as he held my wrist firmly and buried his fangs into them.

"See? She's not fine." Reynold frowned at my state. "It's very strange but Red Werewolves rarely get sick, I'm fact, some never get sick throughout their lifetime." "Well, that doesn't matter now, does it?", Lily sassily replied. "Call a doctor already." "Right", Reynold pulled out his phone from his coat pocket, surfing for a brief moment through his contact before pushing the phone to his ear. In less than a second, a voice answered. "Doctor...", he paused before his face broke into a smile. "Yes yes, it's really good hearing from you too. Would you mind coming over to the mansion?"

she said finally. Dorian’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never seen him before.” “What did he look like?” Damon asked. “Tall… dressed in black. His eyes were…” she paused, trying to find the right word. “Different.” Dracula’s gaze sharpened. “Different how?” “Not like yours,” she said, glancing at them. “Not like a normal wolf either.” Dorian exchanged a quick look with his brothers.