Project Gutenberg Dracula Novels & Stories

“Yeah...I know. It’s just me overthinking everything.” “Let’s go see how they’re–“ A bright shaft of light went up to the sky, from where Dracula stood. He was flung at their feet, a giant hole in his chest. “For the first time since I was created, I have never been forced to use my third orb, and you two just did.” He clapped his hands together. “But that’s as far as you go.” “Third orb: Gravity Collapse.”

As she finished the book she reached her home. She put the book on top of the table and went inside the secret room inside the basement. She sits and looks around. The room is already full of medicines but Waylan couldn't stop inventing and researching for medicines that could turn vampires into humans. She already made medicine that can help vampires walk while the sun is shining, medicines for them not to crave for blood, etc. She suddenly sighed. "All this medicine is useless without any vampire around," she murmured while closing her eyes and falling into sleep.

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 see, vympires were turning vampire prior to the creation of Dracula, but they had no king or organized society until Dracula was created by the vympire rogue turned vampire, Dracul, and his evil sorcerer. Part of what Dracul’s sorcerer did to Dracula was to make him immortal. Although his vampires live for thousands of years, they eventually do expire. Dracula cannot expire. He’s doomed to live forever, never moving forward, always stuck in time. Some saint, whose name eludes me, managed to slip in a loophole that only a very few are aware of. Dracula can be killed by the bloodline of a loyal general who he betrayed while still a human. Somehow, the family lost the knowledge of th

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

Dracula. I thought I heard the name somewhere. Yes right, the bloodthirsty king had told me the story of Dracula, the man who made a deal with the Devil. Grabbing the book I looked at its front. It was bound in brown old leather and smelled of dust. I slowly opened it, the pages were cracked and barely holding together. As I looked at the page the first word I read was Draco. Draco, it was what the bloodthirsty king called Lucian.

who are willing to become vampires in order to gain strength and longevity. The project also involves altering the genes of novice vampires to make them stronger, faster and more resistant to sunlight. The goal of the project is to create an invincible vampire army that Damian can use to destroy all other vampire clans and rule the world. "Project Kakiruma"? Is this related to the notebook from last time?" asked Leo, confused. "As far as I know, the Kakiruma Project was once rumoured to be the most secret and dangerous project the vampire world had ever seen. It is a nightmare for all vampires. But," Victoria said, biting her lip.

Zayn was gone, and it felt like I had nothing left in this world. The pain was so big that I wanted it to stop, and the only way to make it stop was to destroy everything. I wanted to see the whole world burn to ashes. Dracula looked up at me. He wasn't scared. Instead, he had a huge, creepy smile on his face. He looked like he had just won a great prize. "Lilith! Finally!" he shouted. He stepped forward, ignoring the dead bodies around him. "Finally, you are showing your true self! You are right here before my eyes, exactly as you were meant to be!"

“I’ve hacked worse.” His fingers danced. Menus nested under menus, some of them in text, some as abstract diagrams. He bypassed three access warnings, muttering under his breath. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a new window popped. LOG: CYCLE 271 – AUTHOR BURNOUT. There was no video. Just lines of text. KEY AUTHOR: [REDACTED] WORLD PROGRESSION: DRACULA → CARNIVAL → MIRROR → TOWER NOTES: AUTHOR ATTEMPTED CORE MERGE WITHOUT CONSENT PROTOCOL.

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.