Project Gutenberg Dracula Novels & Stories

0-0-0-1. Green light. The safe clicked open. I pulled the heavy door back. Inside there was no money. There was only a single thick leather binder. I pulled it out. I opened it on the desk. My blood ran cold. The title page read: PROJECT GENESIS: The Resurrection of the Primal Bloodline. I flipped the pages. There were photos. horrific photos. Men strapped to tables. Women hooked up to machines. They were trying to create a super-wolf. An Alpha who could shift without pain. An Alpha who had no human weakness.

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EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

I remembered what Lucy had said then, that a vampire’s bite could bring extreme pleasure, and even orgasm. I hadn’t understood then, but I did now. And… it was almost too much… I felt so weak. Then something shifted within me, the pleasure slowly muting. Everything was going numb. Was I dying? Had I lost too much blood? Darkness was creeping into my vision. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Panic set in then, destroying the last bits of pleasure. I didn’t want to die. I had to live… I had to see my mother again and my sister…

“Most werewolves hate me for being even part-lycan. I can say what I want.” I laughed again and hit the button for the lab. The electricity hummed around us as the cold of the lab wrapped around us. The sound of our footsteps seemed to echo as we walked through the sterile corridors. "Grace," Dr. Thompson began, "I've reviewed the project's documentation, and it's clear we've got some work to do.” I chuckled. “I’m not surprised. I couldn’t find the notes, so—“ “That’s because there are none.” My eyes bulged. “What?”

DIONE was on one side, sitting on a hammock she had hung from two trees. She was holding a folder with only papers inside. In front, it says, ‘W&V scrap studies’ and below are the initials, ‘C.H’. She couldn’t help but smile that she already had in her hand what she had long wanted to read. The scrap studies of Dr. Conrad regarding two of the supernatural creatures that Dione has always been fascinated. Peter handed it to her when she went to the cabin to get a towel.

Dracula "Who are you?" Dracula stepped forward, pushing Lucy behind him to safety, his fangs slowly shooting out. "My name is Egon Ajax Kayden and I am a Triton, fill in leader of the sirens." He announced, flames burning in his eyes as he set his staff down. "You have what belongs to us!" Dracula scrunched up his face and glanced around him for anything he might have taken from the siren kingdom. He hadn't even been there before.

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.

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know