Project Gutenberg Dracula Novels & Stories

So he still worked after our last encounter, which made me very tired. Curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek and see what he had been working on. I sat at the table, forgetting about the tea that I had just made. As I opened the laptop, a rush of guilt washed over me, but my curiosity was greater than my conscience. The screen displayed a document titled "Project Wolf" with numerous tabs open, revealing an intricate web of research and plans. I clicked on a document and began reading about the project. It seemed to be a top-secret initiative involving the genetic engineering of…werewolves?

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

I'll make sure to not mess this up again. We said our goodbyes and I returned to my laptop. I took a good look at it and then I deleted all of my work. I feel like a second chance needs a second start. I'll rewrite the whole thing. A complete new plot and storyline and everything. She gave me three months so I have enough time for this. As I was starting to organize my story I heard this strange noise. As if something was shaking furiously. I turned my head to the sound trying to see if something was shaking. Something was indeed shaking. It was the old book that was on my bed minutes ago.

Luke gave her a frustrated look instead, making see that they did actually not get along. “We are here because we need one of your mothers books-“ “Why,” Kim rudely cut me as I tried to tell her what we were here for. I guess her pretending to be nice did not include me. “We are trying to find a way to stop Drakes the ancient Vampire who is trying to take over the world?” I replied, A wide shock filled look quickly came on to her face. “What are you talking about? And do you mean the DRAKES??? The first vampire From my mothers history books?” Kim immediately asked us,

But instead as a principal of such a school. Only now do I understand everything. The real reason why it’s so dark around Sir Dracu’s room, it is because he is a vampire actually. And that is also the reason why I felt like I lost myself when Dralia and I went inside it back then. That’s why a had a big question that was brewing in my brain back then as to why I was sent out of the principal’s office, even though Dralia and I were just together inside. Now I finally understand, he used magic on me that vampires like him can do. The hypnosis of people like me.

“As you may know, my team has lost many members attempting to annihilate the monster who resides in the castle atop this mountain. We have chased him from country to country, continent to continent, and now he has returned home to his castle in Wallachia. We hope that we can contain him with our sheer numbers and then find a way to finally put him out of his misery. “The name of our mark is Dracula, also known as Vlad the Impaler.” The crowd gasped collectively, but the expected whisper that often follows such a response did not occur, and she continued. “We know that he has returned from hell, and because of his time spent on the other side, his power has grown strong. He is full of tricks

*ROAR* The raging prowl of a relentless beast filled the earth as a red sword light several bands thicker than the one he had summoned earlier, extended from Dracula’s sword, and pierced through the sky. With a cocky smile, Dracula looked Tucker up and down like he was admiring a precious tool. He smiled and said, “To have made it this far is an accomplishment. Now go to sleep so I can focus on the others.”

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

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?”