Dracula Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

“Later on he will get it how a few men so adored her, that they did dare much for her sake.” Bram Stoker Dracula “GOOD LORD!” Isadora screeched, rotating absent from the cave where her sister and Shamus were essentially clawing each other’s dress off.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

“You are not rude, you are a godsend.” Adriana cleared her throat at the glint she saw in his eyes and quickly looked away, letting her gaze wander around the room. “What genre are these?” She asked him and he also stared around. “Educational, historical, gothic, and also…” He leaned in. “Romance.” Her eyes lit up and Marcus chuckled again. “Go on, check it out.” Adriana hesitated a little and raised her brows. “Can I?” Marcus’ nod was all she needed and she ran around the place going from one shelf to the other checking out the names on the covers and her lips lifted when she came to a section and saw the covers.

I could tell he was in high alert ready to attack if any of them dared made a move. "The world is my home Little Wolf, even the air you breathe.," Dracula whispered, leaning forward. "But I am not here for small talk. Where is Ariana? Where is my bride?" I noticed Caroline was sweating now as a drop of sweat ran down her face. Dracula noticed too. He leaned toward her like a snake. I noticed Caroline was sweating now as a drop of sweat ran down her face. Dracula noticed too and he leaned toward her like a snake.

Ash nods and Eddie sighs, Dom and their father come over looking worried, “Hey, Eddie. Abimelech knows the mother.” Ash and Kai turn to him, “Noemi, she’s an ex-wife of Dracula. He died in eighteen-ninety-six, killed by Van Helsing, as per common knowledge. He had four wives at the time of his death, but two of them, Liana and Marta, killed themselves to join him in death. One went completely blood-crazed in her grief, and got herself killed a decade or two later, Justina. The last is the most dangerous of the lot, Noemi. And that’s her.”

That couldn’t be possible, could it? “So…” I asked hesitantly. “What happens now? A honeymoon?” Rhaedros laughed again and pulled me close. “No. The werewolf world and Lycan world are very different, Kaela.” My cheeks turned red at our close contact. “Y - yeah? How different?” I inquired trying to tone down my shyness at his proximity. His thick brows furrowed and he placed his hand on my forehead. “Your cheeks are suddenly so red. Are you okay?”