Scooby Doo Dracula Novels & Stories

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.

It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders. "That's not Christmas, you nitwit! That's Halloween! And nobody hunts anyone's soul!" "No, that's Christmas. Why then would he marry Draculaura?" Odette scoffed. I giggled, letting Neo do his own habit; slipping an apple-flavored bubblegum into my mouth. I sucked the juice of the gum off his fingers, unconsciously, by habit. "I don't know, maybe because Draculaura is a fictional character from your favorite cartoon, you know, Monster Bloody High! She's a teenager and her boyfriend is a werewolf!"

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

It was like we became statues because we suddenly became quiet. "I'm not going to talk to all of you, agents, scientists, and others here because one of you is an accomplice to the enemy. And I've been a spy even without the help of those here. We know you." Senior Dracula said seriously. No one reacted or left the stands. I don't want to see the place of David and Sheena's friends. I feel all around if someone does something bad.

Vlad growled, spitting blood. Dracula smiled, baring his fangs. "I haven’t even started." He lunged with deadly speed, his claws long and razor-sharp. Vlad dodged, but one claw tore through his left shoulder down to the bone. The wound burned as if liquid silver were cutting through his flesh. Vlad grabbed Dracula by the throat and hurled him against the Skull Clan’s Cadillac. The car’s metal twisted completely. The skeleton on the roof went flying, its arms flailing.

He pays them no mind at all his senses focused solely on finding Alpha Larry. Finally, after what felt like hours of searching, Dracula catches the scent of the werewolf leader, It was faint, but unmistakable he follows the scent, moving with deadly grace through the dark room. As he draws closer, he could hear the sound of rustling papers and snapping woods, Alpha Larry was making a run. He knew that Alpha Larry was close. He slows his pace, moving silently through the big boxes in the room and then, suddenly, Alpha Larry was there, looming over him. The werewolf leader was massive, his muscles rippling beneath his fur. He bared his teeth at Dracula, growling deep in his throat.

she whispered, her voice a mere breath against the silent night. I offered her a small, enigmatic smile, my fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Perhaps even creatures like me can be captivated by the scent of royalty. My dear, I am known as Draco, a creature of the night, thirsty for the essence that courses through your veins." Her fear turned to disbelief, and she took a tentative step backward, her voice trembling, "You're... a vampire?" I nodded slowly, the moonlight casting a bewitching glow upon my pale skin. "Indeed, my dear. And your scent, oh, it is a delicacy I cannot resist."

Mitch's ears were ringing and his vision blurred. “Get up Mitch! Get up!” Gus was shouting in his head. Mitch was hanging upside down in the driver's seat. He groaned in pain as he unhooked the seatbelt, then he fell to the roof of the car. He crawled on his belly as he tried to crawl out of the window, but out of nowhere, a muscular man came and tore the car door off like it was made of paper. “Who the hell is that? How comes we didn't smell him?” Gus was confused. He saw the man’s eyes and he knew he was a werewolf.

Cory was about going to visit the dungeon when a demon suddenly appeared behind him and he stopped on his tracks. “ My lord ” the demon said bowing his head. “ Speak ” Cory said with a frown on his face. “ My lord, the Great one Dracula has returned ” the demon quickly said and Cory's frown deepened even more. ‘ What ?? ’ Why did he return back now ?? “ Hmm... You can go ” Cory said and the demon disappeared. “ Dracula ” Cory hissed out the name with venom at the tip of his tongue.