Ikemen Vampire Vlad Novels & Stories

Emma showed her cellphone screen to Mike and Jake. "Romania is a country in Eastern Europe shrouded in many legends and myths. One of the most famous is about the legendary blood-sucking creature, the vampire, depicted in the incarnation of the popular figure, Dracula." Emma started reading the article. "Dracula" is a character in a novel by Bram Stoker. Vlad Tepes, a regional leader of Transylvania and Wallachia—now part of Romania—who lived in the 15th century, inspired him. Vlad is described as a cruel leader who is known for slowing the deaths of his enemies with various horrific tortures. His actions made Vlad known as an evil tyrant, so many feared invading his territory." Jake and Mic

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”

He stood up immediately and hurriedly took a deep bow. "Adrik." The silhouette ignored his son on the ground and gazed intently at Adrik, who wasn't in the least surprised at his sudden appearance. "Vlad." Adrik's lips arched up and he gazed at the silhouette that was known as the one and only Vlad the Impaler, the strongest and ruler of all vampires. His entire body was draped in a black cloak, and his dark raven short hair matched his pitch-black eyes, which complemented his pale skin and gave him the appearance of a young man.

I say, "that if from today on I find another slave in this pack or any other pack Europe, I, Alpha Supreme Țepeș, will cruelly punish the pack and that pack's Alpha." That's right; I am Elena Țepeș, a direct descendant of Radu the Handsome. Everyone knows that Vlad Țepeș or Dracula is the father of all vampires, but not many know that Radu the Handsome was the first of all the werewolves. History says that Vlad Dracul, the father of Vlad and Radu, made a pact with the devil himself. The truth is that Vlad Țepeș made a deal with the Goddess of the night, and Radu a deal with the Goddess of the Moon. They made the deals so that they could save themselves from the hands of the Ottoman Empire. T

'And not to mention that I will hate you forever! 'You will get over it!' I snap. I turn my attention to Vladimir; he has patiently waited for me to say something. "You had your moment with Mia, but I am afraid it is time to cut out our bond," I say in a cold tone. Vladimir doesn't say anything; he just looks at me with those green eyes of his. I wish my life were different, but I had promised myself never to love again. " I, Elena Albu, a vampire huntress and member of the Black Moon Pack, reject you, Vladimir—" I stop talking and frown. "What is your full name?"

Adrian rolled his eyes at the bad timing of Bratva Pakhan however he didn’t stop his little work. As soon as Vladimir’s eyes fell on the scene in front of him, his almost naked wife on his enemy’s lap with his hand inside her panty, the monster inside him broke out. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Vladimir growled like a wounded beast and advanced towards them with his gun. Behind him was his brother and father with their army. But Adrian’s men on the way blocked his path. They pointed their guns at the Bratva Pakhan. Isaac and their men pointed guns at them too. Dmitry pulled Mia’s body in ahead with a gun pointed at her temple.

What was he doing here? Vuk turned to her, throwing a wink. "Who are you?" Elizabeth sneered, clearly displeased with the interruption. "Sorry for coming late to the party. I was busy with various tasks, but I wouldn’t miss an event like this," Vuk said, his tone dripping with charm. "I am Vuk Dracula, brother to the Vampire King." Elizabeth’s demeanor shifted instantly. "Oh! Welcome, welcome to the Red Moon Pack." She practically purred, captivated by the vampire’s presence.

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

- William trembled when he saw the woman step by step approaching him. - You're disappointed to see I'm still alive, right? Today I will reclaim the old debt. William quickly reached behind his back and groped around on the desk to look for the box containing the cross but could not find it. Maris smiled, came closer, and picked up the box, holding it in front of him. Knowing that today it would be difficult to escape from the female vampire's hands without using tricks, he immediately prostrated himself at her feet and cried like a child.

The griffins were losing. Rhea simply used magic to squeeze her victims dry, and so did Azura. They weren’t even stained with blood. “Vampires.” Vladimir had shifted back, and he didn’t seem very pleased with the fact that vampires were on his territories. Just like he hated werewolves, he hated vampires. “Vladimir,” Kieran suddenly stopped in front of him, with a smile on his bloody lips. “It’s been a while.” “Get out of my kingdom unless you want me to rip your fangs and make you a necklace with it.” He threatened, glaring holes into Kieran’s head.