Project Gutenberg Dracula Novels & Stories

"Listen to me and drink from my cup of wisdom. You can either be a witch or a werewolf. Never both.” A humorless chuckle escaping my lips. The book must stay. "Tell me more." I inclined my head to the sprawling view of Silverstone Estate just beyond my window. "Burn the book." She said it again, and I nearly lost it. "What is your infatuation with the book?!" I groaned, my fingers knotting into my hair as I dragged them tight against my scalp. A restless, violent static crawled beneath my skin, making my hands twitch and curl as they desperately hunted for something, anything to grab, to smash, to tear apart.

With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated. He was sealed, still conscious, inside a coffin, a cruel torture to inflict on anyone. Seven thousand years passed. The seal weakened, and Dracula was finally freed. All that time, being trapped but aware, had driven him mad. He discovered that by sharing his blood, he could create creatures like himself vampires. During this time, he met Luca Giovanni, Lorenzo's grandfather, an immortal werewolf. Luca had somehow killed Syrax, the dragon of fire, and taken his power for himself achieving immortality. How he did this remained a mystery even till this day.

I need to think of something because it seems that I will not be able to handle this. "It's already begun!" Kaelynn said enthusiastically, and we all bent our heads so that we couldn't see the scenes but could still hear the dreadful sounds. Daryl, you're a shame! You're the heir to the Lockhart wealth, but you're afraid of horror movies? Not only that, but you're a vampire that is already terrified of noises. I can't take it any longer! I must overcome my fear! Right! This is something I can handle! AFTER 3 HOURS

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Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

The god laugh, "you have no idea. None the less, all those souls belong to me. When they die, they come right to me to be tortured." That was when realisation hit Dracula. He leant forward to see under the hood, only to jump back in fright and stumbled over. All he saw was a skull with a red glow around it. There were no eyes, nose, or mouth. "You are Hades, maybe you can help me." Dracula grabbed a hold of Hades' cloak, instantly feeling his life force draining away. Hades looked at him and smiled, "I don't do favours." "Please, I beg of you? I don't want to die from this plague." Dracula plead.

They also had a strong desire for bloodlust. Both Gaius and Dracula were not affected by bloodlust and crucifixes. They will not die under sunlight and wooden stakes on their hearts but will weaken almost to a mortal being. They could even control the weather by covering the sky with thick, stormy clouds to shield them from the sunlight. They also possess mesmerism, which is the ability to mentally dominate, coerce, and order people to obey his desires upon eye-to-eye contact.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

, Lucas said, as he smiled at his audacity. "All forgive you for tossing me in the air and ruining my perfect throne but whatever you do to me,starting from now will be done to Nicole. So if you love her and do not want to make her suffer pain then you will refrain from touching me and drop me down gently as I said", Dracula said. Lucas stared into Dracula's cold red eyes. He had figured out on his own that he loved her. He could tell he meant every word he said. Indeed he had heard stories about how good Dracula was at plotting his evil plans and now he could confirm it for himself.