Novel & Cerita Gutenberg Dracula

"She'll think I'm paranoid. That I don't trust her judgment." "You don't trust Drake's judgment. There's a difference." I pulled up Drake's profile. Alexander Drake, a self-made billionaire. Every article painted him as a visionary who invested in human capital. But buried in a two-year-old Guardian piece was a quote that made my jaw tight: "Alexander Drake is the smiling shark of the UK. Charming until he sees blood in the water." My phone buzzed. Adriana. "Classes are just beginning but already incredible. Professor James is terrifying. Missing you."

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

“But am very tender of women. I crave the gentleness that I am so void of and truly stand by the promise that you’d never want for anything should you choose to be this woman, Miss Murray.” I swallow, wondering if it’s my turn to speak. I really don’t want to interrupt him, or make him feel worse, but what could I possibly say to that? “You are all the things I desire in a companion. Your humor, creativity, compassion and kindness, are elements of a true Lady,” Dracula tries to smile again, but this one is far less convincing. The sadness, if not defeat in his onyx black eyes don’t let it feel genuine. His handsome, long and cool features are as darkly gorgeous as the day we met, and in his

He knew the places to hide and the people who would help keep our presence a secret from the Vampire king. All of us slowed as we approached the Nightcrawler. His shadows slipped away as we finally reached him. His yellow eyes assessed each of us. The corner of his lip tipped up, revealing his unnaturally white teeth. "Well, don't you all look like shit," Drabek let out a deep chuckle before shaking his head. None of us huffed a laugh at his amusement. I quickly eyed the others seeing their unamused expressions matched my own.

I said; I try to back up what Lucia just said… Candy clapped her hand; and said my point exactly; we both knew that, she made everything up; are we that stupid to believe her that animals, now walk at the center of the roads at night, and terrorize people? Lulu head disapproved with Lucia's words; I try again; and I ask her, what If, the animal wasn't just an animal, but a Werewolf; she just turned her head to me; and she started to laugh. I ask her, why she is laughing; and she put her hand to her chin; and said to my face; that Werewolves, doesn't exist; that they are only made up for movies alone… Technically, Drake isn't just a Werewolf; but he is an alpha; the leader of his pack; I beli

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

“Have you both decided to forsake the moon and become vampires, haunting my study in the dead of the night?” I exchanged a worried glance with Lucas. This was not the controlled, irritated Alpha we were used to. This was something else entirely. “We were waiting for you,” Lucas said carefully. “What happened?” Drake poured himself a generous amount of whiskey into a crystal glass, the liquid bubbling dangerously so close to the rim. “What always happens when you corner a wolf,” he said, without turning around. “It either submits, or it bites.” “Drake,” I said gingerly and stepped closer. “Are you okay?”

It had the shape of a wolf's head with an open mouth, which continued with a dragon's body, made of textile or leather that swelled in the wind, making a noise that mimicked the howls of wolves terrifying the enemy and formed a horizontal serpentine flag. It took me a long time to connect all the dots. The reference was clearly about the wolves. A wolf’s head clearly meant an alpha. The dragon was what puzzled me for years. That was until I heard of Paul Mateescu. His way of keeping the supernatural beings under a tight leash of rules earned him the nickname of Dragon, Draco in old Dacian. Bingo! But the man I’ve been stalking for days already isn’t what I thought. The papers keep talking ab