Novel & Cerita Original Dracula Novel

My hand darts to my chest, pulling it away I see blood on my palm but there's no hole there. How can I be bleeding but have no wound? My confusion must show on my face because Lilli looks a little embarrassed. “How?” “After he shot you, I couldn't bare it and I lost my mind a little. Once I shifted, I realised I could save you, by sharing my blood.” I'm flabbergasted. Her blood? Dragon’s blood! Of course, the old legends speak of people being cured by the dragons of old. “So, I’m a part of you now Drake.”

Through our link, an elder council man replies, “Yes, we know. I’m surprised none of the werewolf packs understand her significance yet. With our investigation, we’ve talked to several other packs and none of them show any sign they understand what her presence means.” A council woman cuts him off. “You know, from the journals and ancient texts, this isn’t anything new. Each time a female alpha appears, the werewolf packs blow it off like it happens every day, while the lycans know exactly what her appearance means. Don’t worry, your highness, we all know exactly what it means and we are taking it seriously.” My head bobs up and down. “Good. I don’t want any of us to forget her import

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

Drake asked as he shook hands with the brothers before he finally took his seat. "Our Dutchman here has gotten himself some catch and for the first time in forever, it seemed as though it's a strong catch because their little panky hanky charade has been going on for a week now if not more than." Raul narrated and I hate that I couldn't argue with him. For the most part, he was right. I've never been a playboy. The people I live with wouldn't even look at me twice but ever since I became a vampire, I've had my can't share of women no lies. But even at that, the few times I ended up with females on my bed, it was only for the time being, using one night but at most two. I was hardly photograp

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.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

Pellethia held the scroll and read aloud, “Only the creatures willing to go through any lengths to protect those who need protection most shall inherit the Forest of Oderem.” At the end of it was a signature that vampires had only ever seen in museums - the signature of Count Dracula. Greg’s eyes went back to the ceiling before the pessimistic part of him spoke, “I wonder how the inhabitants planted it there.” A shade of suspicion entered Pellethia’s eyes of wonder as she turned to Greg and asked, “You really think those who hid here put this there, Your Grace?”

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

"Have the world gone mad? They were off the rails to even contemplate an abomination like that, but the plan is done, they have created vampires, with the Ancestors on their side, I fear for us all." "How was this possible?" Rick asks "They was a prophesy, signalling a union between Adaline and Alexandru will be their end, unless they brought out the bigger guns. Lucklily for them, Ronan and his wife stumbled upon a long lost forbidden grimmoire that contained detailed information about vampire physiology, their venom and the process of creating it."

Olivia sighed and wrapped her fingers around his shoulders and his strong back. Titan deepened the kiss and bit her lip slightly. That was all it took for the terrifying images to rush back. The dark fur, vapid fangs, and monstrous eyes. The roar she had heard, the fear that had rooted her to the spot as she watched a werewolf emerge from the shadows and shapeshift back into the man sitting here, kissing her. All the images came in a series of kaleidoscopic flashes. Frightened, she drew away from him.