Original Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

Lucy said, looking at Dracula’s dark blue eyes that stare coldly. “‘Tis is I, Count Dracula. I was mesmerized by your lively nature by day, yet so enchantingly eerie and beautiful by night. Tell me, Lady Lucy Westenra, that you wish to be with me in the new life after this one, becoming one of my brides.” Dracula takes Lucy’s hand as he said the last sentence. “But you are a monster! There will be no good, no God’s light for a creature like you!” Lucy raised her voice while trying to release her hand from his.

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.

The remark brought a smattering of laughter from the class. Dr. Clerval smiled. “A poor joke, I know, but one that amuses me.” He shuffled forward to the front of the dais. “Let's have some fun before we get more serious. Another show of hands. How many of you fine young students have read the original Dracula, by Bram Stoker?” Leesa looked down on perhaps half as many hands this time. “Fewer hands, that's obvious,” the professor said. “What else do you notice?”

I took the book and opened it instinctively, the pages were old and the letters were in a different language but in my eyes the words started to form and translate themselves, how? I don't know but this is certainly the book I'm looking for. Vampire Dynasty The first rulers of the vampire world emerged with the arrival of Count Dracula in the third millennium B.C. Since then, his descendants have ruled the Night World ... Reading this excerpt kept me on alert, it was like I was about to discover something relevant and then I read it.

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

Adrian instead demanded as he quickly stood up from his throne. The vampire guards all also pointed their weopons at the intruder. “I am Drakes Dracula Hearten, your ancestor of course,” the man replied as he started walking towards Adrian as if he owned the place. “I am the Original Vampire. Without me you would all not be here. So you shall give me the respect I deserve by bowing down as this good noble Vampire is doing,” Drakes continued as he now stood right in front of Adrian. “Never,” Adrian instead retorted back.

On the other hand, my curiosity and the need to take my mind off of Sariel, Draven, and all the other issues overcame the potential threat. I grabbed a tissue and used it to open the book as if expecting the pages to be poisoned. I turned the first page and it turned out to be some old diary. I ran through a few entries. The handwriting I found on those pages was sophisticated and beautiful, while the entries themselves looked like historical notes. As I took a closer look, I saw the dates marked in the corners: they were all dated in the nineteenth century. As I read a couple more entries, I started to realize that the one who had written it was a noble… a vampire noble, a woman at that.

"This hand, for my baby… As for your life…" Dracula crouched to stare at Anna's face, which was contorted with fear, and said chillingly, "I'm letting you keep it so that you can slowly pay for what you did."

Kill after kill, life after life, death before death, like an Ouroboros, an eternal and vicious circle and yet an electrifying feeling to Count Dracula, the dragon. Alex unlocks the door and walks into the room, her gown expressing her curves but there is no one to appreciate it except the beast and his victims. Dracula’s clothing is covered in blood, his face and hands are drenched in the blood of the scientists. He drops the last of the dismembered scientist as he sees Alex, “Get someone to clean this place up,” she gives a slight bow as Dracula walks out of the room. She checks to make sure she is alone, she goes to one of the computers and plugs in a flash drive and she downloads informa

His head was decapitated, his hands had been twisted and turned to places they did not belong and his heart, it rested next to his removed head. Wilhelmina reached for the head and upon realising whom they belonged to, she collapsed to the ground. "W...Walde..." She had sobbed. What monster could have done this, she cried. Out of the shadows, a figure crept out and approached her with the gait of a predator. Wilhelmina didn't even bother to see who it was. Only one man was capable of such grotesque evil. Vlad Dracula. His middle finger hooked Wilhelmina's chin and he lifted it so she could meet his gaze. His fangs were out and stained crimson implying that he had quite the drink. "Did you re