Dracula's Darling Novels & Stories

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

Dara told while running her finger in circled on his chest. Chris grabbed her from her waist and dragged her close to him. He started to kiss her neck. He kissed her passionately. Dara held his face close to her and then licked his neck. Her sharp pointed teeth started to come out and her eyes turned to golden. She could feel goose bumps growing all around her body. She pushed her teeth inside the skin of his neck and started to suck his blood.

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

He barely regain himself and staggered to a fall. Altara crawled atop him and giggling with a strange excitement. “Almiro, oh, Almiro...” The classics hummed the glorious sounds and the flickering can be seen at the endless distance. While the echoing moan and excitement fill and full the room with desire, the classics goes so far to jump as if to go beyond! While the battlefield is soak in blood above; this area of classics is getting heavy and mysterious. Altara getting thirst is intensify and Almiro can only give in with a confuse expression.

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

The only thought on his mind is the face of his golden haired queen, Justina Szilagyi Tepesh. “Today, you will fulfill your destiny and pay me in blood” his tone changes into a deep and dark one. “Your girlfriend will die last so she can bathe in fear and despair before I devour her,” Dracula says. His eyes catch the immortal that used to live in his dungeon. “Marcel Guillaume, you should have remained in that dungeon” he chuckles. “I will put a call through to the Lantern, let them know we have the boys. But man, this is sick. I didn’t know anything about a bloody ritual,”.

His presence exuded an air of regal authority, and his crimson eyes glinted with a wisdom that bore witness to centuries of existence. "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, Alpha Maximus, and Luna, welcome to my domain," Dracula greeted them with a respectful nod. Luna, the moonlit pup, emitted a playful yip in response. Davien, acknowledging Dracula's presence, spoke with a tone that conveyed both respect and caution. "King Dracula, we come with the intent of strengthening the alliance between werewolves and vampires. The union between Maximus and Georgia carries the weight of this shared responsibility."

I chuckled as I handed Darina her cup. “Careful with this. This is wicked.” I saluted her with the cup. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Russian taking note of us. It was hard not to notice Darina. She was breathtakingly sexy in that outfit. He had better keep his hands to himself. She smiled back at me and took a sip. Her eyes widened. “I thought you said alcohol has no effect on the likes of us?” “Generally not but this is next level. Don’t look, but Dracula is sharpening his fangs for a bite of Miss Red.”

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.