Dracula Summary Novels & Stories

Bruce said. He was still obviously having difficulty following her story. “No, we didn’t, but yes they did,” she replied. “You see, vympires were turning vampire prior to the creation of Dracula, but they had no king or organized society until Dracula was created by the vympire rogue turned vampire, Dracul, and his evil sorcerer. Part of what Dracul’s sorcerer did to Dracula was to make him immortal. Although his vampires live for thousands of years, they eventually do expire. Dracula cannot expire. He’s doomed to live forever, never moving forward, always stuck in time. Some saint, whose name eludes me, managed to slip in a loophole that only a very few are aware of. Dracula can be kil

With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated. He was sealed, still conscious, inside a coffin, a cruel torture to inflict on anyone. Seven thousand years passed. The seal weakened, and Dracula was finally freed. All that time, being trapped but aware, had driven him mad. He discovered that by sharing his blood, he could create creatures like himself vampires. During this time, he met Luca Giovanni, Lorenzo's grandfather, an immortal werewolf. Luca had somehow killed Syrax, the dragon of fire, and taken his power for himself achieving immortality. How he did this remained a mystery even till this day.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

HAYDON There was a strange pull I felt as my bike passed a large, metallic gate which gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was the same pull I had been feeling for the past week, and it was the same pull that was driving me crazy and led to me being sent here in the first place. I broke suddenly and got off of my bike, my feet carrying me closer towards the intimidating mansion. At first I thought about ripping the gate from it’s hinges and then walking in. I then, however, inspecting the home more closely and realised that I recognised the gate and the mansion. How could I not, in such a dull and dreary neighbourhood. It all belonged to the famous Drackon family- One of the most influenti

"You thought that maybe I was Ruth, but didn't want to insult me... There is a distinctive difference between the two of us and that would be our eye colour. Ruth has gold eyes whereas mine are red. Scarlett has her reasons for giving me control. I am just that little more stronger than Ruth, so really Scarlett is more vampire than wolf but Ruth is more special." "Scarlett... Sorry Cara, can we have a list of who is passing on these rumours, so they can be judged, all rumours inside the castle concerning the Royal family must be reported when heard or share the consequences with the one that started the rumour." I walk up to his desk, grab a pen and paper, lean on the desk, and write. One th

“But Dracula insisted. His wife, being one of the people saved, could not stop him long enough. The only thing she could do was stay by his side at all times. They traveled for months, saving everyone they came across, giving them blood to share with others. And as time passed, Dracula was wasting away. He settled somewhere, trying to regain strength. He knew that a nearby town needed his help, but he also knew that if he got close, he would die.” “He had no strength left. He couldn’t bear to draw any more blood, at least for a couple of weeks while he recovered. And his worst nightmare came true. The inhabitants of the nearby town learned of his existence, of his closeness. Just as they als

I hiss as I end up landing on top of him. As I let my fangs lengthen I whisper in his ear, "This time I will make sure you don't!" I pull his head to the side with force and sink them into his neck tearing just a little so I don't have to remove my fangs. It is not wise for a vampire to take a life while drinking or in a fit of rage because it can lead to bloodlust and the transfer of their power but for this one time, I made an exception, I drink and drink and drink until I feel him stop struggling and I feel his heart stop beating. I remove my fangs from his neck but don't retract them and hiss loud as the power of a werewolf Alpha runs through me adding to my own power, I jump off the bed

“This one is a supreme.” “Very well then, I will leave you to it, Kaldar.” Jhan nodded to the vampire before exiting the small library. Not even allowing me to say any word. “Now let’s begin shall we…” Thirty minutes came and went very quickly, he had ran me through the brief history of vampires, our rules and customs. He showed me millennia old books of vampire records and oil paintings of the ancient count Dracula, who is rumored to live in a castle, hidden within unknown mountains.