Novelas y relatos de Dracula Summary

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

He was eager to get it over with but dreading it at the same time. Dracula stormed into the study, moving past Dragomir as if he wasn’t there. He didn’t stop until he’d reached his large mahogany desk at the far side of the room. He took a decanter of blood that Dragomir had the foresight to order brought in and filled an ornately gold trimmed crystal goblet. Dragomir waited for his father to down the blood before clearing his throat. “I am fully aware of your presence, Dragomir,” Dracula snapped. His eyes blazed a fiery red as he glowered at his eldest son. “It better be something good bringing you here. I have had a very bad start to my evening and do not wish for more irritation.”

James stopped in his tracks almost at the exit of the court and turned back. "What is it my Lord?", he asked slowly. "It's time for my breakfast", Dracula said wickedly, as he could once again see the fear in James' eyes and in a flash, he was upon him, draining the blood from his neck until he was dead. "Send out vampire scouts to keep their eyes out for hybrids", Dracula said to Cobra, when he was done feeding, as he walked back majestically to his throne. "Yes Sire", Cobra said, as he walked past James' corpse.

"You walked into our home and murdered the Luna of the pack. You aren't leaving here alive." Zayn started walking toward me, his face dark. "Go back to your room, Snow White," he growled. "This is about to get very bloody." "SHE IS GOING NOWHERE!" Dracula roared. His human looking blue eyes turned a terrifying blood red. His sharp fangs slid down. "I came here for my bride, and I am taking her with me." Just then, the door opened. A woman walked in wearing a beautiful blue dress. Her black hair was pulled back in a neat bun.

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.

Dracula's laughter echoed across the room. Every chuckle was like a crack of thunder, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. "No...no...no," Melissa whispered, her voice barely audible, as she glanced down at her trembling hands. Dracula leaned forward, his breath cold against her ear. "You lose, my dear," he whispered. "Again." The room went dark, and Melissa's world went black. When she came to, she was back in the torture chamber, the pain and the fear still lingering. Dracula stood over her, a cruel smile on his face.

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.