Dracula's Darling Novels & Stories

Someone even Flora was scared to reveal. “I think I know who he is!” Perlita exclaimed, her face no longer showing excitement, but dread and fear for her friend who might as well have signed a contract with the devil. She slowly turned to her friend who looked back at her. Her face reflected the fear that she was feeling inside. “Is it he?” Perlita asked the question in a whisper. Flora nodded as tears threatened to fall once more from her glistening eyes. Perlita whispered in an almost inaudible voice, “Dante de Orsica.”

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

Rhoderick, the Wolf King of the Dark Blood. “My dear young lady,” his low, gravelly voice echoed through the haze, thick with mockery, “you look absolutely pathetic.” Lila stared at the apparition. She knew who he was—the Archduke of the Dark Blood Duchy, the most wanted man on the continent. “What do you want?” she snarled, pushing herself up shakily. “Come to laugh at my misfortune?” “I have no interest in laughing at trash.” Rhoderick flicked his hand through the air.

Far away, a single violin string quivered, then held, a drawn breath waiting to be spent. Dracula let my wrist go. The room exhaled. “Very well,” he said, voice soft enough to make the hair at my nape lift. “You want a choice? I will give her one.” He stepped back once, hands at his sides, the dark around him drawing closer like a cloak. His eyes were no longer crimson; they were something colder, a winter metal polished too bright. “Evelyn,” he said without looking away from Elias, “ask yourself which of us is lying to you.”

They cannot walk in sunlight, garlic repels them and the only way to kill them is by staking through the heart or beheading. Fast-forward six hundred years to the early 1700's when humans and vampires raged war. Vampires wanted to rule the world and have the humans as slaves. One day, while the vampires took refuge from the sun, a small group of soldiers under Queen Anne entered the vampire castle. They managed to find their way to the vampire King and Queen's chamber. They open the coffin they thought was the King and ran a stake through the heart of the Queen.

I say compelling her. I release my fangs and bite her soft perfect neck draining almost half of her blood, she tastes so sweet like brown sugar and honey, I bite my wrist and feed her my blood to heal her neck "you walked out the back of the hotel, tripped going through the fence and passed out in the paddock" I compell her, then I vanish from her sight. It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

“Miss Kitty didn’t say anything that there’ll even be red thread like that. What does that mean?” replied Mrs. Yulia with her remarkably deep worry as well as anxiety. “I wonder what that red thread means, Yulia Darling... You know, they do possess undescribed, unknown as well as inexplicable supernatural power to make that red thread disappear as simply and easily as that. I wonder it must be related with our second daughter’s existence beside that Mr. Virando, beside that prince of demons, Yulia Darling,” whispered Mr. Andreas so softly because he didn’t want anybody else to overhear what they were talking about.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

He hasn’t risked everything to save you tonight, only to rent your body out again. “I’m not sharing this slut with anyone,” is his firm response. Is that a twinge of disappointment you feel? This experience has awakened something within you, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to put it back to sleep. “I understand completely sir. Enjoy your purchase!” With a sweeping bow, the auctioneer gestures to the doorway at the back of the room. Dante Emerson wraps you in his hoodie and leads you out through the crowd, which mercifully parts to let you through. You exit into a dirty alley. It’s night outside and the wind is chill, particularly on your exposed thighs where his semen is still wet.