Original Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

“Think hard.” I put my arm around her and she fell against my chest. Dao-Ming handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes. After a few moments of tense silence, she began her story. “They whisper through den. No one knows truth for certain, but I believe is correct because I hear it many times from many vampires,” she said in slow, carefully enunciated words. “I will tell and then you will see why you can do nothing. “In the year fourteen-hundred and thirty-one, a son was born to noblewoman in Romania. She named him Vlad. He was son of Vlad who was member of Dracul order. This means Devil. Dracula is true son of devil.”

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

Cobra said, still fresh from battle. "Then why do I still hear the death cry of a vampire being torn to pieces?!" Dracula demanded angrily, as he stood up. He was wearing an all black cloak and inner black suit. "I don't know Sire, we brought you the head of the hybrid. We lost many Originals in the battle", Cobra said, confused. "I feel my loss greatly, my originals that have stayed faithfully by my side for centuries are no more", Dracula said, as he sat down slowly on his seat.

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

Darcy had just warged into Cahir and the Grand Maester instead of the wolf and dog. “Darcy?” Ava’s voice was a strained whisper, but Darcy didn’t respond. She remained motionless, her red eyes fixed upon the men she now held captive. Axel, for a moment, forgot his fury, feeling a deep shiver as he witnessed the unleashed supernatural power of his daughter’s Lycan heritage. Darcy’s body didn’t respond. Her eyes remained blank, her face unmoving, as if frozen in time. Axel’s heart raced, panic creeping up his spine.

As the men stepped closer, they suddenly recoiled in fear, their eyes widening in terror. Celess watched in amazement as Steve's eyes glowed bright red, his fangs elongating as he let out a fierce growl. The men backed away, their fear palpable. And then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they turned and fled, disappearing into the darkness. Celess felt a sense of shock wash over her as she realized what had just happened. Steve was a vampire, just as she had suspected. But even as she felt a sense of fear wash over her, she also couldn't deny the intense attraction she felt towards him. There was something about his raw power, his animalistic nature, that made her heart race with excite

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

He ask and Rosa smiled. “Well, it kinda reminds me of Count Dracula and after what you just did, I’m starting to believe you are one. You’re Dracula, aren’t you? You drink blood?” He chuckled. “ That’s a very ancient term, micuța mea. My kind prefer a much modern version of what you people say these days. Vampires. Plus the actual Dracula is not a blood sucking creature like I do, not yet though. He was a voivode first, a prince, powerful ruler who I once call great grand father."

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The man stopped abruptly, almost falling backwards as he did so and muttered a few drunken slurs that were unintelligible, even to a vampire. Feeling his hunger reach its peak, he bared his fangs at the man and snarled just as a strike of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating his figure. Absolutely terrified but still drunk, the man turned on his heel and tried to run away only to trip over, landing in a puddle. He waited until the man had gotten back to his feet and then captured him in a strong grip from behind, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. Guzzling down the warm, sticky blood, he couldn't stop himself even as the bitter taste caused by alcohol hit the back of his throat. I