Project Gutenberg Dracula Novels & Stories

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with despair and hatred. In front of the gates, three powerful creatures stood out. To the right, a white Lycan with golden tips in his fur and eyes red as embers. At the center, a witch with flaming hair and shimmering purple eyes. To the left, a great Dracula, with prominent fangs and eyes as black as the night. On the ground, drawn in blood, mystical symbols formed a circle. At the center of that circle, a baby lay wrapped in a cloak adorned with enigmatic engravings. The little one cried in despair as a dagger hovered menacingly above him.

“It’s pretty interesting, actually. And could be a disaster now that I’m thinking about it. Lucas told me there are a handful of vampires who don’t want to assimilate, and they go around trying to make things difficult for those who have. I’m not sure the specific details, but he made it sound like these vampires are going after the businesses he owns or something like that. Basically fucking shit up in order to get back at him for following the rules of the Vampire Council. Three vampires showed up at my house last night after they got my address from Eliza, Lucas’s vampire daughter or sister or whatever you’d call her, and he was not happy.” “Oh, wow. That is interesting and you’re right.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

Mike walked towards Brandon's room and entered with the doctor who was treating him. Vincent finds an interesting book about the origins of Dracula. Dracula is an ancient legend of the extinct Sumerians. In the beginning, Dracula, or vampire, was a powerful king. He made a pact with the devil so he could take revenge for the deaths of his wife and the people killed by his enemy.

Most of it seemed incomplete. Fragmented. Then she reached the final page. And stopped. Completely. Elias noticed instantly. "What?" Lyra didn't answer. She simply turned the document around. Everyone looked. The page contained only a handful of lines. Most were blacked out. Redacted. Removed. Except one. One line remained visible. A project title. Project Genesis. Silence. Then Daniel frowned. "Okay." Another pause. "That sounds evil." Honestly— it did. Very much. Seraphine's expression changed immediately.

It seemed interesting, and I knew it had just what I'm looking for. On reaching out for it, I noticed it was an electronic lock. I glanced around, only to see a letter opener on the desk. In exactly three minutes, I was able to unlock the cheap internal mechanism. He's still a baby in this game. Right inside were several encrypted documents, from medical reports, to surveillance photographs. Then, as I continued searching, I saw it. 'Project True Alpha's My hand started shaking, my blood freezing at the names beneath it. Leo Rinaldi. Elder Vane.

She mewled out as he slowly started to thrust into her, building her passion. Only the moment her eyes shot up to meet his, a loud and horrified scream tore through her throat as before her appeared the face of a gruesome monster. Blood-red eyes peered right back into hers, his lips revealing a set of dangerously sharp fangs. And within the following moment those razor-like fangs pierced her throat, effectively taking away her breath and consciousness... Desperately gasping for air, she shot up from her hard pillow, letting out loud coughs as she fought to regain her breath.

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

Elijah walked over to them and picked up a book with red lettering: Give me a reason to understand why passion, burns worse than hell.... -LETTERS FROM HELL- False Love By: Magno Khok II "Letter from a whole hell," mused the snow-haired man opening the book, "Written by Magno Knok II himself," he gave a chuckle and looked at Melia. " It has his signature with that pen they used in the late 1800s. "Exactly," she approached him. "I had to go all over Gwacheon to get his signature.