Dracula Renfield Novels & Stories

Xoxo Nyx With the black clad stranger between me and my stalker, I can imagine when I break away that it looks like he’s sucking my neck. At least from Jonathan’s point of view. I’ve already come this far, why not? “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. Every intake of breath brushing my sensitized body against the iron arms of a man I haven’t even looked at in all my hysterics…. Well, let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating.

“Well, we were still in a pre-casting phase. But I’m aiming for Mina Harker’s friend, Lucy Westenra.” “The girl who was bitten by Count Dracula while she was sleepwalking?”, he replied. “ You read this book too?”, I asked him with amazement. “Umm..well, I planned to say yes so I would look cool, but that would be a lie. Nope, I saw the movie, where Keanu Reeves played Jonathan Harker ones. Too lazy to read the book..”, he answered and grinned widely. OKAAAAAY…he smiled at me! My gosh, he has a very nice smile, and his perfectly white teeth would always make any dentist proud. Take a deep breath and stay calm, Anita. Get yourself together.

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

I couldn’t watch it anymore. It shouldn’t be queasy considering we had animals inside us but drinking fresh blood was another story. Archibald was growling in pain so pale, red eyes narrowing with dark circles around them. His sharp and long white fangs extended. Zarah walked in from the portal. “What’s going on?” “Ren is unconscious. The bloodsucking assholes drunk from him.”“Oh, Goddess. When are you, kids gonna stay away from trouble?” She stared at me. “Where have you been?”

Dracula was still talking when Derek landed a punch on his face , the punch was so strong that it sent Dracula crashing on a pillar close which cracked "ahhhh " he cried out in pain "Derek !" Hilda yelled , the look on his face was dark and he looks really furiously and also sad .I notice the smirk on Lenny's face shows she was enjoying all this " you ruined my life " Derek roared and speedily made to body slam Dracula who was fast enough to move away and Derek body slam the pillar which shattered and he fell on the floor "Derek stop this madness don't me hurt you " Dracula yelled but Derek sniggered and launched countless punches at him but he dodged skillfully and kick his lower ribs

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf. Every conversation died as we crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing in every shade of predatory gold, green, and red, turned to us. The scrutiny was a physical weight, but I kept my chin high, my hand resting lightly on Kaelen's arm, the picture of serene compliance. A fortress. Give them no cracks. We had only taken a few steps into the cavernous hall when he emerged from the crowd. Alpha Vorian.

“He shouldn’t be awake yet.” The doors opened on their own. Candle flames sprang up along the sconces, driving the daylight away. Dracula stepped inside, black coat unfastened, eyes too bright for morning. “Miss Blackthorne,” he said, smooth and calm. “And my faithful Elias. How industrious you both are.” The air in the room changed; it felt like standing between thunder and lightning. Elias bowed, barely. “My lord.” Dracula’s gaze slid to me. “The house says you found a mirror.”

"W-wait... what are you doing?" He leaned in close, his face inches from mine, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my neck. His eyes began to shift, the iris burning with a bright, terrifying crimson. "I am Xian," he whispered, his eyes glowing the color of fresh blood. "And I am a son of Dracula."

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

He looked around for what had pushed him but couldn't find any. Ava shifted to her wolf form and Brooklyn did the same, they both clawed at each other's hearts, trying to kill the other. Dracula laughed crazily as he kicked Austin. He fell to the ground, weak and tired. He stood up slowly and Dracula yelled in his ears. Jayden screamed with pain as bells began to ring in his ear. He was losing control of his environment and couldn't keep himself balanced. Holding his ears, he fell, writhing in pain as nightmares about Nicole and Ariana filled his head.