Dracula Vampire Movies Novels & Stories

I nodded and followed his directions, entering the elevator and arriving at level 01, the floor looking like an off limits area as a blood curling scream reached my ear first before the tangy smell of blood reached my nose. With wide eyes and trembling legs, I navigated the dark area following the sound of the screams, and on reaching it my body froze in horror at the image before my eyes. Someone was hung up the wall with various knives in his body, blood running down from the various points as his fangs elongated and his face contorted in agony in what looked like a lab, the white walls stained with blood as the man let out another bone chilling scream. His red eyes found my fear ridden on

He beams at me and gives me a thank you before shutting my door and loading our luggage. “You’re so gooey,” Melanie chuckles and smirks from her seat beside me. I roll my eyes and look down at the reports stacked on the console. The driver begins to drive as I pick them up to read. **** I must have been asleep as I wake up at the rough shoving of Melanie. She huffs from beside me as I snap my eyes to her. Vampires are not known to need sleep, but personally I enjoy it. It’s dreamless and passes the time. It also means a break from looking at countless words on reports.

I'm a direct descendant of Dracula. - Dracula was never the first of the vampires nor a pureblood. He was a half-breed. Dracula was simply the biggest idiot of all time, letting humans know of his existence through the bloodbaths he caused. Impaling humans, drinking from them until they kill them, creating half-breeds after half-breeds, He only caused destruction. Dracula's bloodthirsty reputation, that all humans know whether they believe in his existence or not, only serves to fill books and films. He was the worst thing that happened to our species.

Dracula just snapped the douche's neck . " Should've kept his gaze down and his mouth shut " Dad spits . Vampires don't die from getting their neck snapped . They can only die from being burned alive or through a wooden stake to the heart . Perhaps I shouldn't have told you that .. Oops. Cray's minions don't dare make a scene and simple carry him away back to whatever tomb he came out of . Seems like someone needs some balls . Not spilling a single drop of blood for your master ? Seems kind of rude but well deserved considering it's Cray .

says Sister Helen. Sister Marilyn switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. "What shall I do now?" she shouts. "Switch on the windshield washer. I filled it up with Holy Water in the Vatican," says Sister Helen. Sister Marilyn turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. "Now what?" shouts Sister Marilyn. "Show him your cross," says Sister Helen.

"I would call the president if it comes to it." "And then what?" Draco asked. "Tell them that werewolves are real? And vampires too?" He shook his head and scoffed. "The thing of movies and bed time stories..." he poured himself another drink. "You might as well tell them that Frankeinstein and zombies are real too." Mitch frowned but dropped the phone. "Witches can make zombies," he mumbled. "Besides, it would help them if they knew what was really happening. They could prepare themselves with silver bullets -"

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

There are many other Rice novels, The Vampire Lestat, etc. 60. Dracula BY BRAM STOKER It's quite a gothic slog, but much of the current view we have of vampires comes from this 1897 novel. It wasn't the first or even the second in the English language, but it has staying power. The 1931 film with Bela Lugosi should be seen. 61-62. Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story; Suck: A Love Story BY CHRISTOPHER MOORE

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

the professor continued, “our young man has a point. Vampires have something for everyone. Renfield, if you please.” Randolph tapped his fingers on a gray keyboard resting on his lap. The lights began to dim and a large white screen descended with a low whirr behind the professor. “Something for everyone, I was saying,” Professor Clerval said. “From Count Dracula” —he waved his hand toward the screen and the gruesome visage of the black-caped Bela Lugosi appeared—“to Lestat.” Tom Cruise's aristocratically handsome face replaced Lugosi's. “To Edward.” The young teen heartthrob Robert Pattinson now smiled out at them.