Vlad Tepes Castlevania Novels & Stories

I chose to ignore him. I slumped on the bed, feeling suddenly exhausted, and then I remembered the phone Teo had given me. I picked up the little object dialing in his number, but the door to my room was pushed open. I was quick enough to cut the call and toss the phone on the dresser, but it wasn't as hidden as I wanted it to be. It was Vlad and no wonder I heard no single sound of footsteps approaching, it would be harder to be sneaky in a place like this, vampires were built for that.

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.

“Alice don’t think you have won…just because you managed to escape, steal the golden book and free Fate sisters doesn’t mean you can win against me.” She took a bottle filled with violet liquid and went into the garden. She took the pot and put few drops of liquid in the pot. In no time Oleander plant grew up. “Being a fairy you could be close to nature but the same nature can turn against you when the darkness surrounds it. I am really sorry you didn't get to learn about your fairy powers Alice" Sandra smirked.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

He added with a smirk. "Zach!" Rose whined once again. "You still didn't answered my question." Rose said and crossed her hands. "The castle is the supernatural institution love." Vladimir let her know. Evelyn looked at him in disbelief. This castle is the supernatural institution? "Can we go inside please?" Rose asked them excitedly, her big silver eyes starring at them. "Come, let's go inside." Vladimir said. He wrapped his hand around his waist and hold her in his possessive embrace.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

My heart dropped the second I spied Cassandra strolling down the hallway toward the library. Had Bartholomew told Cassandra where to find me? I certainly wouldn’t put it past him to do as his mistress commanded without question. The moment Cassandra was out of sight, I pushed open the door and rushed down the steps, hoping the wooden floors wouldn’t moan as I made my escape. The warm mid-morning air was heavy with moisture and smelled like wildflowers and roses. Vlad strolled down the driveway and paused at the statue of the wolves to polish them. His head whipped around the second he saw me, and he wagged his bony finger at me.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

Brenda had just handed her and Julio Cesar, who was thirsty as he left for his second dose with some blood trickling from the corner of his lips. -Well, my story began when my father Count Vlad Tepes 3 died... August 1476 Wallachia, region of Romania Local cemetery It was raining and very windy, lightning and thunder announced an even more violent storm. Standing, covered by a long black velvet hooded cloak, in front of a tomb marbled with precious jewels was Julius Caesar the only one present at the wake of his beloved father Count Vlad Tepes 3, who was in fact the prince of Wallachia. The strong and freezing wind not only made his cape flutter but also tore leaves and branches from the tre

Hell, he could even compel weaker werewolves and vampires. Vlad didn’t hesitate to come and help me. It was a bit suspicious that he was willing to come without asking too many questions but I decided not to dwell on that. I needed Kelsey out of the station. Vlad was even better than I thought. He destroyed the cameras without anyone knowing, compel them to forget about us and removed all the footage of the last hour without breaking a sweat. “Thank you so much, Vlad.” I said as we got into my car. “No worries,” Vlad said, glancing at Kelsey. He smiled. “It was for a good reason.”