Vlad Dracula Castlevania Novels & Stories

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.

the commander replies and prefers nothing at all. “GOOD, let’s get down to business, my name is VLAD but most people call me DRACULA.”

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.

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

As I staggered down the blindingly bright halls her voice began to echo in my head, the events of that night came like a flood. Someone had knocked on the window of my room, I checked to see who it was at such dark hour. I opened the window and saw someone wearing a cloak and holding a scarf to her face she's doing everything possible not to be seen. I could tell it was a she by her voice but her voice sounded oddly familiar. "Who are you?" I asked. "It's me, Rhea" "Rhea?" I was shocked. What was aunt Melanie's daughter doing knocking at my window at dark?

I could not believe what was happening. The vampire grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the stairs. I did not retaliate nor say a word. This was not because of what Uncle Kala told me, this was because I was helpless at the feelings that tugged at my chest. The vampire dragged me out of the castle, and I saw Lord Ralph about to enter his car. He looked briefly at me as I was being dragged away like I was something unimportant, then he put his phone to his ear and entered the car. I stared at the car as it receded, while the vampire tugged me along.