Original Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

“Get a life, granny sourpuss.” By the time we reached Rhaedros' private chambers, I had so many questions. And also - why was his hand still holding mine? As soon as we stepped inside, he released me and turned to the guards. “No one disturbs us.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” They chorused and exited the room quietly. When they were gone, Rhaedros turned to me. “How are you feeling?” I blinked, unsure of how to reply but I settled on one. “My feelings? Well, I feel like I was assaulted by a Lycan”

"Arraa. Come here." Arra was currently checking a small passage that she saw when she heard a deep and cold voice calling out her name. Her eyes widened and a smile plastered on her face. Finally, someone came here to let her out of this scary place. So she turns around with a smile on her face but only to find out that a scary tall man was standing at her back and staring at her. The man was so tall that she had to look up to see his face. His eye was red and has a dark circle on it. He also has pointed fangs on his mouth and it looks very scary. He wears a long dark coat that covers his whole body. Arra screamed at the top of her lungs and quickly cover her face with her two shaking hands.

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

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Azea was too beat up to struggle, so she screamed for Willow. “Blood field!” Dracula yelled, as he lunged forward, tearing off the tentacles. The area around him was turned into a pool of blood, and anything that came onto contact with him would turn to blood. Willow broke free, turning into his Paladin form. He fired arrows from the air, while Dracula slashed away at the Original, who was trying to keep his distance from the field. The Original fired an energy at Dracula, but he turned into a red mist, causing the original to use one of his orbs to protect himself.

When those red eyes flashed open, a powerful aura burst from within his lanky frame, and the power of destruction which dwelt within Tucker trembled in trepidation. “Glow: Bloodlust” Dracula’s aura was not the only thing that changed, for his body underwent changes as well. His ears became long and narrow like an elf’s, and a horn grew from his forehead. His eyes transformed from red to sea blue, and his hair became golden. His lanky frame was swiftly filled up, and powerful muscles that were not present before tore through his cloak to reveal a physique that could only be described as perfect. He didn’t simply become bulkier; he grew taller as well. Towering over 2 meters, he looked like a

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

He was just as miserable as I am. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door, and I saw how Dracula's glowing eyes went dim, and all the rage burning in him that was like a wild furnace vanished as his eyes went straight to the door. "Come in, please." He uttered in a very gentle voice that betrayed his vicious Lycan beast appearance. Just then the door gave way, and Scarlett was the one who stepped in. Fuck! Dracula cursed menacingly, growling, his eyes blazing with rage and frustration once more. Scarlett was frozen in terror when she saw Dracula in his Lycan beast form, with me and Randy lying helplessly in the pool of our blood.

Some of the other vampires who lived there seemed to be acting suspiciously, lurking in the shadows and watching her and Tyler with a keen interest. Jennifer begin to feel uneasy, and she confided in Tyler about her concerns. Tyler also starts to feel nervous, as he has never been around so many vampires before. Despite their worries, Jennifer and Tyler try to enjoy the rest of their stay in Dracula's home. However, one night, they wake up to find themselves locked in their room. Jennifer quickly pounds on the door, but no one answers. After what seemed like hours, the door finally opens, and they are shocked to be confronted by Dracula himself.

The hot light from the morning sun woke me up, and for a moment, I wanted it all to be a dream. The hellhounds that tried to kill me, the strange world, and Luke Elderman, the cruel billionaire werewolf who had become my husband in less than a day. I forced myself to sit up slowly before I realized that this wasn’t my room, and the silk maxi dress I wore for the ball was gone. In its place clung a flimsy vintage nightdress that had the scent I recognized instantly.