Van Helsing Dracula Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

Movement from my left draws my attention over to the man that has bid such a hefty price for the woman that Brutus is lusting after. Surprise flits across my face as well as the announcers when the form of Count Dracula is revealed from the shadow down the way. No none has seen the count in quite a while and there was speculation that Van Helsing had finally caught up to him and ended his existence. But seeing him here now, live and well will squash all of those rumors in a matter of minutes.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

His presence exuded an air of regal authority, and his crimson eyes glinted with a wisdom that bore witness to centuries of existence. "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, Alpha Maximus, and Luna, welcome to my domain," Dracula greeted them with a respectful nod. Luna, the moonlit pup, emitted a playful yip in response. Davien, acknowledging Dracula's presence, spoke with a tone that conveyed both respect and caution. "King Dracula, we come with the intent of strengthening the alliance between werewolves and vampires. The union between Maximus and Georgia carries the weight of this shared responsibility."

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

As they all turned back the time of the video very slowly to get to the time for them to know when it happened and who did it. "Hey, hey look." Lucas pointed at screen, touching a particular part of the TV. There was a figure in the video with a covered face with a kind of device in his hands, next thing, he vanished. Yet, the door of the mansion opened and almost in a split second, the door closed again. "What was that? The vampire vanished and was in and out in less that three seconds?" Scott asked , banging his hands against the walls, realizing that the clue he just got is not in any way helpful to getting closer to finding out the truth.

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.

Damn, I thought. She was obviously in a bad mood. The young vampire cringed and transported away. A split-second later, Monica disappeared after him. None of us moved. We'd seen the young ones do this often enough. A split-second later she returned, holding him suspended in the air by his throat. She had gone "hissy face," her teeth longer than normal and her face etched in a monstrous scowl. She brought the vampire down to her mouth and ripped out his throat. Seconds later, young vampire Charles was nothing but ash.