Novel & Cerita Vlad Dracula Castlevania

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.

When the movements inside the castle begins to increase, I look at Drake. “How long until sunset?” I ask him. “Twenty minutes.” I stand and Riley comes to stand beside me. “Is it time?” Riley asks. “Nearly,” I say seeing ten auras race out of the castle. I blast them, hearing their screeches as they turn to dust. “If they didn’t know before, they do now,” Alpha Leonardo says behind us. We hear the ear-piercing screech of a vampire calling to his clan inside the castle, preparing for battle.

“The Zalatori's are considered a part of the bloodline families so that makes me worthy of the position.” “I know.” he replied hastily. “Then pronounce me your queen, Draven.” Drusilla held him to herself, her eyes pleading. He groaned, weighing his options. If anyone was fitting to be the vampire queen it was her. Born of royal descent but the Zalatori's were once considered enemies to the Dragomirs. “You know it's not that simple. You're of traitor's bloodline.” She scowled, “They want a bloodline queen, they didn't say what other criteria was necessary. You need a bloodline queen, I want a place at your side as your she'. Win-win situation for both of us.”

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

"What is going on?" He sighs into the phone "He isn’t alone." I furrow my brows "Who?" "Cassius isn’t alone, he has a group of vamps on his side, they are like an army. They are out to start a war," he explains. "Fuck," I mutter. I don’t know what to say to that, this is not the time to start a war. I am so in love with a wolf. I would fight with the wolves no matter what. There is no choice in this matter.

"Female!" Suban called out in shock not knowing why she had collapsed so suddenly. David who had just entered the room looked annoyed; he went out early for a meeting with the other werewolves and Alpha."What happened?" he demanded. "She was awake just now and we were talking but she held her chest and just fell to the ground." Suban hurriedly explained, he did not want his father to think he was responsible for Dimitri’s sudden collapse. "Bring her up to the bed, quickly!" David ordered.

His face turned ashen white. “I’m not sure but are we ready to face the real-life Dracula… maybe?” Kent knew well about the Wallachian prince in the 15th century—Vlad the Impaler. He had read a lot of articles and books about his cruelty to his enemies and about his beloved wife. **** Wallachia, 15th century. Vlad thought he was free especially when he finally heard the news about Hunyadi’s death. He heard it was Hunyadi who organized his father’s and older brother’s deaths after all.

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

I immediately approached the man. "Is that true what you said earlier?" I asked vehemently. "Hah? Who are you?" asked the man confused. Hayley immediately approached us. She pulled me back a little."He's my acquaintance, Leo. So Mr. Eriksen, is it true about what you said earlier?”Hayley asked the man. “Yes, if I'm not mistaken they found an injured female vampire. They chased until a castle that turned out to be a den of vampires." "When did they attack the vampire?" I asked carefully.