Hotel Transylvania 2 Dracula Novels & Stories

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.

she said. At that response, Bradley smiled mockingly and looked up slightly. The man used his lycan eyes and saw all her blood, which looked like black stains. However, he decided to ignore it and just took his female's hand. Silently, they both walked toward the car under the light of the full moon. *** Chloe Eleftheria. I was scared that Bradley would say something about the massacre my beast had caused in that place, but contrary to my expectations, he remained completely silent the entire way to the mansion.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

He crashed into a tree with a loud crack. Silence followed. Complete silence. Thalia stood there. Frozen. Her hand still slightly raised. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. “What… did I just do?” she whispered. No one answered. Because no one expected that. Not even Kael. Dorian stared at her.“…Did you see that?” Damon nodded slowly. “I did.” Dracula didn’t speak. But his eyes…His eyes had changed. The leader groaned, pushing himself up slowly. Blood at the corner of his mouth.

As the light moved higher, Triana's heart was squeezed tight as she found that the owner of those feet was a man who looked like a skeleton wrapped in wrinkled skin. Bright brown eyes beamed at Triana. Those eyes seemed to shine in the darkness and were piercing as if they could read the thoughts of anyone they stared at. Swallowing again, Triana, with cold and trembling hands, opened a small leather pouch attached to her slim waist. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. "Mr... V-Vlador Lev Dracount?" The sleepy eyes blink slowly. Though his gaze was sharp, he seemed like a dying lion that had lost its teeth and claws to pounce on its prey.

One entry repeated a phrase in the margin: The house keeps what the master cannot. I didn’t like the sound of that. The air changed as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Shadows sharpened; warmth drained from the stones. Somewhere deep below, I heard the low hum of a violin tuning itself. I closed the last ledger and whispered, “So you’re awake.” The candles nearest me flickered once in answer. A heartbeat later, the great door opened without a touch. He stood there—Dracula—dressed in black again, eyes darker still, like the night hadn’t finished claiming him.

“We’re somehow summoned by Dracula. We know how cruel he is as portrayed in the history. How can we survive between him and the Jinn?” Elise shook her head. She could not see anything in the future that they were going to meet the real Dracula and if he was going to treat them like friends or enemies if he learned that they were from Turkey, where Radu was. Like Radu, the Dracula might think of them as enemies or spies. “So, where are we heading?” Diana asked Elise. “Transylvania. From there, maybe we can figure out how we’ll meet the real Dracula,” Elise answered her friend.

Talen looked at his blonde mate. “The hotels are all in the same area,” Heath replied. “It won’t be hard to work out which one – just look for the Van Helsing activity.” They all paused as the door opened and Tyler, Talen’s blood slave and a vampire entered and looked around, taking in the witches, Connery and Meguitte, Harry and Jules, the Point Crest Triquetra, before finishing on Talen and the Triquetra. “Hey, you found them, Talen?” Tyler’s smile was wide revealing bloodied teeth.

She's my Queen, basically, whatever she wishes I will try my best to accommodate, the hell with the consequences. Three days later we were all gathered in our Transylvanian castle in the little village of the touristy Dracula village of Biertan. Ammar, Vesper, Layla, Constantine, Marshall, and Lucius were there. We were happy parents even when Emilian showed up late after giving an excuse about how he was held up by two tourists wanting their scare of the true vampire being.

She shoved them off and pressed a hotel keycard into my hand. “What’s this?” “We’re getting plastered,” she laughed. “You really wanna go home to my mother wasted? Hell no, I chose life. We’ll crash at a hotel nearby and sneak in tomorrow.” She caught the doubtful look on my face and softened her tone. “It’s just one night. We deserve this.” I was about to argue when the crowd erupted in cheers. A giant screen lit up above the bar, showing a man and woman in flashy formalwear. Theron and Isolde. I’d never seen people so... polished. So rich.