Dracula Vampire Movies Novels & Stories

The critics labeled him as a schlock filmmaker only and didn't take him seriously, he always said to people who looked down on the director and the genre. "—I mean have you ever seen any other classic movie monster scarier than a zombie? Dracula, Frankenstein or the Wolfman are pussies compared to a zombie," said Trevor, once they arrived and sat down on the bar stools. "It's Frankenstein's Monster by the way. Frankenstein is the Doctor's last name. The big ugly guy doesn't have a name in the book and only referred to as such," Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“ That’s a very ancient term, micuța mea. My kind prefer a much modern version of what you people say these days. Vampires. Plus the actual Dracula is not a blood sucking creature like I do, not yet though. He was a voivode first, a prince, powerful ruler who I once call great grand father." “Wait, wait! As in Vlad the Impaler the one that Luke Evan’s played in Dracula Untold? The guy who fought the Turks?” “You know your history well, micuța mea. I am pleased.” She laughed softly. “I’m not so sure about that, actually. I just like to watch movies with Clara, my best friend on the weekends. So, if Vlad the Impaler is your grandfather, that would mean the movie was real. He became a Dracula

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

A vampire My instinct screamed to leave the premises at once, but I stayed. I would fight my way out if need be, but I wasn't exactly sure how many they were. The weird stance of the Secretary finally made sense—She was a vampire too. No wonders… "I've been wanting to see you, Mr.?....." "Drake," he said cheekily. "Mr. Drake, it's nice to meet you finally," I said with a sharp smile.

the other man. She knew what vampires were, of course. She had seen Dracula, both Bela Lugosi's and Christopher Lee's versions. Had even watched The Lost Boys (behind her parent's back; of course, they would never allow such a film to pass through the eyes of their “innocent” daughter). However, she didn't think that they could walk around during the day. Even so, there could be no question of what she was seeing. She did the smart thing then and ran as fast as she could back to her teacher, who was so frazzled dealing with thirty other kids. She didn't even notice that the young huntress was missing.

From their facial expressions there was fear, disappointment, anger, amongst others. The crowd was less chatty as they usually were. The last three generals, Katharine, Talon and Vladimir were standing in front of them as they waited. Dracula took a little while before he joined them at the vampire hierarchical meeting. As he walked in the flames suddenly became dimmer and every vampire stood up from their seats. Dracula walked majestically past them as he usually did. He didn't appear like someone who just lost to the hybrids some hours ago, he appeared unbothered.

Kevin defended. “What is it?” I asked. Rico gave Kevin a deadly look. “Okay, fine. But I am not sure it would work, all right?” “Okay,” I briefly replied and strode to my drawer to get some clothes. “Based on my research, there would be of at least eighty percent vampires are fragile to garlic, holy water, and wooden sharp stake.” “Is that based on the movie we had watched, “Dracula”?” I replied in disbelief. “Okay, I got the idea from that movie, all right? At least it is worth a try. Why, do any of you have an idea?”

Drex stepped forward awkwardly while Elea busied herself setting up the TV and scrolling through titles. "What are we watching?" he asked. "A horror movie!" “Horror? About what?" "Vampires!" "Gosh, I’m already having enough problems with real vampires, and now you want me to watch a movie about them?" "Yeah. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way to stop them," Elea replied, hitting play. Drex sat beside her unenthusiastically. He let her watch, figured it might actually help solve his case. "Look, Drex! Vampires hate garlic!" Elea noted.

"Now I get it, you’re insane. Dracula is just a myth. It doesn’t actually exist. We watch it in movies." "Yeah, I know Dracula doesn’t exist," I said, my tone clipped but firm. "I’m trying to tell you about two of them, two men. They’re as powerful as anything you’ve seen in fiction movies. Vampires are nothing compared to wolves, but these two beasts are like eight times a normal vampire. And just staking a wooden dagger through their heart might not kill them the way it would a normal one." Her laughter died. The sound of her shoes on the stairs stopped. I turned and saw her a few steps back, her face pale.