Dracula Tepes Castlevania Novels & Stories

“But there were wolves here when Sena and that man left. If he were a vampire, wouldn’t everyone smell him?” “Whose man?” Chassy asked again. “Dranreb told me that Sena came here alone and left with a man and that she looks like she has been hypnotized. And how did you know that a vampire has been here?” It was Xander. “I could smell him," she replied. “Here, look at this,” Dranreb said and showed them the CCTV footage. “Silas Ardelean!” Chassy exclaimed as soon as she saw the footage. “The vampire elder?” Xander asked, and she nodded.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

It also mentions some of the famous vampires such as Vlad Tepes or what everyone likes to call Dracula, the Countess Elizabeth Bathory, Mercy Brown, Arnold Paole, Peter Plogojowitz, Richard Trenton Chase, and others. I didn't notice time passing until a knock on the door got me out of guard. '' Come in '' I shout "You don't have to scream, you know, I can even hear the beat of your hearts how about a whisper from you.'' exclaimed Chris, and I was dumbfounded for a while '' Did you just knock on the door'' I asked, and he laughed '' And this is all you noticed so far?'' '' Yeah, cause it's wired. You never knocked."

I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone. What about folklore? Would a stake through the heart kill him? Did he hate garlic and fear churches? I went through my bookshelves, pulling out anything to do with legends and folklore – but that didn’t get me anywhere, either. Xander didn’t appear to be anything like the tales described; he wasn’t a hideous corpse from the grave. If anything, he looked more alive than I did. So….what do I know? Well, he was

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f

His eyes landed on the Picasso on the wall, then the skyline view, and finally, me. He blinked. "I’m looking for Dr. Vale," he said, his voice raspy. "The Viper." I didn't stand up. I didn't smile. I just watched him over the rim of my cup. "You found her." Lucas frowned, squinting at me. He took another step closer, and then he froze. His nostrils flared, trying to catch a scent, but I was wearing heavy blockers. To him, I smelled like nothing but expensive perfume.