Dracula's Darling Novels & Stories

"The Sisters of the Old Night answer the call. Dracula wants war? We’ll give him a dance he’ll never forget." One of the younger witches, with silver hair and a venomous smile, flew close to one of the rogue werewolves and winked at him. The werewolf nearly dropped his axe, hypnotized by such beauty and magical power. "They’re too beautiful to be fair," Valkyria said from the entrance. "Fair or not, they’re lethal. Dracula’s wolves will chase them like dogs in heat… straight into the traps," Adrian replied. Vlad finally looked at Elena.

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

It wasn’t hard to read the woman’s lips. “Gold digging slut!” Great. Something told Delfina nothing short of a miracle was going to make her married life with Ercole Muraro anything short of a hell on earth. Shooting a glance at the man gripping her hand tight in his as he dragged her across the room, for the first time in her entire life, Delfina prayed for a man to die because it was the only way she was getting out of this marriage. All she needed to do was outlive him.

loudly at his furious look and again catching him in both his hands, he beats him into the tree. Before he can attack him again, the vampire holds the warewolf by it's neck and about to bite him but the warewolf dodges him away. The Vampire smirks at him with a cunning look. Soon he notices that the warewolf is now joined by another warewolf who is a shade of golden brown. The Vampire looks at her with utmost hatred and anger as he knew who it is. The Golden Vampire attacks him as well but the Vampire dodges it on to the black warewolf. Before the warewolves can get into their positions and attack him again, he disappears from there. Both Darcy and Xandier change back into their human form.

[darling] Her eyes were wide like saucers as she stuttered to reply. How long was he awake? Did he notice her fingers on his tummy? "N-no... just waking you up." His laugh only got louder and all of a sudden, it was Genevieve who was under him and him above her. Their position earlier changed in an instant. "Al-Alvaro..." she whined, her hands pushing both his shoulders in an attempt to stop him and his shenanigans. He was peppering her face with kisses that caused her whole face to be a tomato. "We have to get up...!"

Goliry drew her longsword and pointed at Darryl's chest as the words rang through the air. How dare that bastard even think of getting her to call him darling? In his dreams! Darryl remained calm in the face of her outrage, speaking lightly. "Alright. Then don't. Is it really necessary to threaten someone with murder at the slightest provocation?" Darryl looked at the rising flames as he spoke. "I'm going to die at your sword anyway, and I thought it would be nice to have you call me your darling in my final moments. Is that not a reasonable request? You will not be able to last much longer with all these sulfur crystals.

Dracula flashed his fangs at the confident Tucker. Disdain filled his eyes as his gaze travelled to Tucker’s neck. “Humans are merely meals for my kind. Why then does a human like you, one who is merely glorified poultry, stand so boldly before me, the Prince of Darkness? Do you not understand the intricacies of the world, or are you blinded by the self-supposed superiority that humans impose on worlds that hide their secrets from them?”

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.