Original Dracula Novel Novels & Stories

Every moment in time can bring about a bit of change, it could be subtle or it could be drastic. Each night brings about a new dawn, and the world is renewed. Tonight marks a historical change in the Vampiric world, here tonight in this grand manor which is isolated in the upper state new york countryside. I Hunter Eldridge have brought about a reckoning, all of these council members who sat in their lofty thrones, and held themselves as gods above everyone else, learned how it would feel to meet their creators in death.

Besides, I am getting used to how odd he and Morana can sometimes be. Thankfully my classes seem to go by faster than normal, so before I know it, I find myself sitting at the fountain alone, waiting for Morana. I visited the library in between classes and checked out a few books since mine are at my house and Alec doesn't want me going there to get them. He says it's not worth the risk. I am reading Dracula by Bram Stoker now. I am so caught up in the book that I did not notice Andras's approach. I am so startled when he suddenly sits down beside me that I drop the book.

Faster than the rays of light, Damien moved and appeared in front of the young man, his face was only a few inches away from the young man "Boo!" He yelled and before the man could even react, he dug his fangs into the man's neck and sucked his blood. Damien did not stop sucking until he got his fill The man fell lifelessly to the ground as Damien released him. Damien wiped the blood on his mouth and licked his lips "So satisfying" He muttered and continued walking deeper into the wild. The spot on the man's neck where Damien bit soon closed up and showed no sign of a bite The next day,

she said finally. Dorian’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never seen him before.” “What did he look like?” Damon asked. “Tall… dressed in black. His eyes were…” she paused, trying to find the right word. “Different.” Dracula’s gaze sharpened. “Different how?” “Not like yours,” she said, glancing at them. “Not like a normal wolf either.” Dorian exchanged a quick look with his brothers.

Observing from the corner of my eye, I found the blond man’s eyes fall on Selene and John. “She’s beautiful, no?” I said, feigning distraction. “She doesn’t age…” He trailed off absently, and I glanced over to see his narrowed eyes fixated on her. “That’s kind of suspicious. Do Greeks have vampires in their mythology?” What even… I pondered in confusion, Good grief he’s probably an airhead…like Aubrey! “W-what? No, I’m not aware of any.” “But I know of Dracula’s existence.” “That’s Romanian history,” I muttered with a sip to calm myself because I could feel the judgment coming on.

The first man replied. (Pendragon; The Ones who Slays Dragon. Or more preferably, Dragon Slayer.) "Really?! Prince Dracula is really different from him. But why did the king love prince Arthur more than Prince Dracula?" "Don't you know? Prince Dracula is not the king's son. He's the son of the second vampire leader. The Psychic Vampire Lord. He's temporarily adopted as the son of the King, he's not his son." "That... Does that mean?" "Yes, Dracula is a Psychic Vampire!" The man said.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder. Those who don't know think it wants to eat Brawen, but in fact it is applying "medicine" to her. Dracula is an extremely rare purple-haired noble bat, partly because of its flight speed and sophistication, the rest is its saliva that can make very good medicine for wounds, especially wounds. caused by silver bullets. But now if she doesn't go, Julie will surely wake up. Thinking so, Brawen immediately took out another small bag from his pocket, Dracula understood, he slowly let his saliva flow into it, and then seriously stepped back and looked at Brawen without leaving his

She stands, transfixed, and my jaw almost drops. Drunk Callie’s poker face is not on point. Only the really old ones have the power to hold their victims spellbound. And most of the old vampires died off years ago. The resurgence of the vampires is part of what led to them coming out. The originals would never have allowed it.

The intruder released the veil over his head, revealing his beautiful white hair at shoulder length, "Finally a subject who recognises it's master." "I could recognize your Wretched scent anywhere, Vladimir," Thana stated, her eyes fixed on him as she began to walk purposefully across the hall. "Vlad....vlad Dracula?," The guard muttered with a widened eye expression. He was over three hundred years old so he knew of him, although he had never actually seen him. He knew he was their maker. The very first vampire to walk the earth. Thana was moving directly toward him, while the other man in the room, Marcus, wisely chose that moment to turn and quickly sprint away, vanishing from the scene.