Novel & Cerita Vampire From Hotel Transylvania

The daughter of a well-known vampire who was one of the oldest in the city going missing or running away would be sure to spark some level of interest. "You have no idea what you're talking about," I seethed at him. "No?" he asked mockingly. "Then, please enlighten me." I sighed and looked back at Gavin in the car. He was waiting for me, but it wasn't the right decision to have this conversation right in front of the hotel where anyone could hear us. Francis could recognize any of the other purebloods and realize the party was happening inside. I walked away from him with a beckoning look and took him to the side of the building where I had rushed out of only earlier.

What you breaking" I hear my mums voice from her bedroom "Johnny broke your vase" I yelled then Jonny begins to chase me as I stick out my tongue and ran from him Transylvania Dark as midnight, screaming winds blew around the old Dracula castle. A big rectangular table with black leathered torn chairs, sat an old female werewolf, a middle-aged vampire, an elderly Frankenstein, and a mommy The vampire sat at the highest chair, there was an argument going on between the four of them "You mean to tell me that the werewolves leave Transylvania! Why? it's our home as well" the white-haired werewolf said

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Night fell again and day dawned when they finally reached their destination. Zog saw through Lucifron's eyes and didn't realize where he was. The man said he served Dracula. If Zog remembered correctly, Dracua lived in Transylvania, which is in Romania, beyond the Atlantic, in Europe. There was no airport there, just a house that looked a lot like a packhouse, big and scary. Lucifron follows the vampire into the house, dragging the child. He entered a room, where a female vampire was sitting watching her son play with a black cat.

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

“As usual, Elizabeth Edwards, you show me you like my subject and you know any answer. You got the two points from me. But, you can still tell us the recipe, if you know it.” The girl started: “Eight large doses of clear water from the cold Spring ... 2 pinches of basil.” “Wait, dear. I’d like you to write down this recipe. Maybe we'll prepare it someday ... and maybe we'll use it.” “Against a vampire!” said Johnny excitedly. The children all laughed. Harmony smiled, trying not to make the boy feel offended. “Johnny, there have been no vampires for centuries. Not even in Western Transylvania. Some say they were exterminated... by werewolves. They also disappeared for more than four hundred y

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol