Vlad Dracula Castlevania Novels & Stories

Alpha Vargus blurted out, “Join us in this fight, Everyone is waiting for you.” Dracula swallowed hard and kept quiet for a while, “Okay” he declared. “I'll join in the fight.” A warm smile spread across Alpha Vargus's face, “Let's go.” Dracula nodded, “Hey, could you please pass me the jacket behind you?” He asked gawking at me. “Can you see me now?” I asked, rolling my eyes, “Help yourself.”

Romania, 1445 It was late at night when Dr. Birke, the top doctor of the kingdom finally got a chance to visit the house of Vlad and Ezmerelda Dracul. They lived outside the kingdom’s main city in a small Village. Walking up to the house the middle-aged doctor could see the candles were still lit in the small cottage. He just smirked. They must have been waiting for him. The Dracul family wasn’t rich, with Ezmerelda being constantly sick and her brother working as a blacksmith you can say their family wasn’t the top priority on the doctors list. And he kind of had a thing for making desperate people wait for his services.

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.

A few moments later the large double doors decorated with antique ornaments in front of me burst open, and His Highness Vladislav Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler walked in. Vlad is one of the most intimidating Volders I've ever met, not only because of his title and power but also because of his physique. With a large build and nearly two meters tall, it was hard not to feel intimidated the moment he walked into the room. Long wavy black hair framing both high cheekbones, his face still typical of the nobles of old. A pair of black eyes looks like a black hole that has no soul, some say that Vlad used to have the same eye color as Dostov and Alice, namely gray, but an accident caused his eyes p

Vlad laughed softly as the general approached him with a raised hand. "I'm general Hank Marshall and I have a warrant for this woman, Ms Hera Constantine. We don't want any problems sir," Hank bellowed in authority. Vlad smiled and shook the offered hand. "This woman is my wife and the queen of the vampires, are you certain that there is a warrant for her arrest, Hank," Vlad asked. "And who are you, may I ask," Hank scowled angrily. "I am the true vampire king Vlad Drăculea," he grinned, bowing his head slightly and the guns left me and were directed at him.

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.

"Ash…tell me what happened. Who is this?" "My…it's Alaric. I was playing hide and seek and…he's unconscious," Ash choked and stared at Violet, tears streaming down his small cheeks, and she moved Alaric's body, trying to wake him up, but he didn't move. "O God…" she breathed not knowing what to do. There was no one around and she doubted if she could carry a full grown werewolf with the help of a little boy. "It's okay, stop crying. Maybe he's just exhausted–"

Emma showed her cellphone screen to Mike and Jake. "Romania is a country in Eastern Europe shrouded in many legends and myths. One of the most famous is about the legendary blood-sucking creature, the vampire, depicted in the incarnation of the popular figure, Dracula." Emma started reading the article. "Dracula" is a character in a novel by Bram Stoker. Vlad Tepes, a regional leader of Transylvania and Wallachia—now part of Romania—who lived in the 15th century, inspired him. Vlad is described as a cruel leader who is known for slowing the deaths of his enemies with various horrific tortures. His actions made Vlad known as an evil tyrant, so many feared invading his territory." Jake and Mic

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.

He faked a side smile and Cataleya squinted. “I'm afraid not.” Cataleya's eyes flashed red as she stepped toward him, throwing off fireballs that he deflected with a shield. She said a spell which lifted her brother and threw him some meters away from her. As he tried to get on his feet, his eyes flashed black and he glared at them, his powers moving all of them except Cataleya away. The twelve vampires regrouped with their vampire speed surrounding him. A whooshing portal opened behind him and Cataleya smirked as she raised her left hand and tightened it, her brother's neck snapped and he dropped there.