Novela Dracula Novels & Stories

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Our quiet Villa in Lake Tahoe…was no longer hidden. Inferno stirred behind Alejandro’s gaze, approving, ancient and steady. And Lord Valerius Drakon, vampire of the old blood, exile of centuries…took his place among us. The first of many.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

the vampire lady asked with a smile. Pascal paused briefly at the door, he glanced at her "you may have been told lies, I am not who you think I am, I am not a murderous werewolf king that goes about killing vampires" He opened the door and left, leaving the vampire lady surprised, she covered her mouth and laughed. Pascal and Katie Clyde drove out of the City at dusk, on their way home "stop, someone is here to see me" Katie Clyde looked around the bushes, and then the car, "hello, I am Noah, you must be Katie Clyde, I have heard so much about you, beautiful soul"

he continued to whisper in a low but sultry voice directly into Darun’s ears who did his best to lean away, even as Geran continued to tightly hold on to him. “Relax…I promise that it won’t hurt…” “Are you crazy?” Drain screamed back with a slightly incredulous expression on his face, still convinced that Geran was half playing a joke on him. “You do know I’m a werewolf right and you’re a vampire…” Darun said but he was still speaking when he felt Geran hot fingers slide into his shirt and across his chest.

★ ★ ★ ★ Emma Slate sat adjacent to her window, reading the third sequel of the Dracula series. It has been her favorite since the first day she came across it in the school library. She had only returned home to spend the summer holiday with her parents. It turned out that Emma hadn't been concentrating on what she was reading. Why? It's Aug 25th, a marked day when the human sacrifice is made to appease the beast from hunting more than he should. It could have been okay if it is said that the human sacrifice involves no gender in particular, but it wasn't. The sacrifice is only for young adults from the age of twenty to twenty five, and she just turned twenty five four months ago.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

Then the house groaned—a low, angry sound that made the books tremble on their shelves. Dracula’s eyes flicked upward. “She’s jealous again.” “She?” “The house,” he said. “She doesn’t like competition.” The candles flickered blue; the temperature dropped. Somewhere deep inside the walls, the violin screamed one discordant note. Dracula caught my wrist, his grip firm but not cruel. “Do not move,” he said. The shelves rattled, and the far door burst open. Elias stood there, breathless, rain on his coat though the sky outside was clear. His gaze went straight to Dracula’s hand around my wrist.

A small piece of paper that was tucked away in an original copy of Dracula, a gift from Mina Harker, a friend to Roxanna, and Bram Stoker who'd written it after hearing the tale from Johnathan and Abe themselves over a feast, and too much wine. It felt and smelt of her, of me, unlike the other notes and books of hers I'd found, I didn't feel the connection with this one. It felt..... more personal, like she'd written it when she was completely alone. Silvena rose, peaking at the words and gave a small, sad smile. That's what she was writing. A memory flashed of Roxanna, her wrinkled pale skin and silver hair hunched over a piece of paper while the light inside her eyes dimmed. She was dying,