Vlad Tepes Dracula Castlevania Novels & Stories

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

My hair has turned all white as it grew longer than 23 cm which has passed through my shoulders already. Aside from being an outcast at my University this is the biggest issue I am carrying right now. I also do not know why this thing suddenly happened to me but as soon as my 18th birthday came, my hair would always turn white whenever it grows longer than 23 cm. My parents immediately advised me to hide this from the coven as they hate weird things especially that their eyes are hot on me because I am a half-ling. A vampiress who never showed any power since she turned one. I never fear sunlight nor had the speed like the lightning. I can not hear human minds neither control them. I am just

She made a croaking sound. "I'm just kidding. I'm excellent. Because the tornado dissipated so quickly, we are not in danger." What I stated earlier is now retracted. "Yeah, yeah. Goodbye." The "end" button was pressed by her. I'm bored. When Celes is anxious, she hates it when people make fun of her, but I find it quite amusing to annoy her.

"Alex, who would want to infiltrate a place in the middle of nowhere like this castle? My room is on the second floor after all." He chuckled again. "And that castle is inhabited by two pure-blooded Leykan .. " I laughed along with him then yawned again. "You look sleepy. I'll call you again tomorrow morning." I was already sleepy, and the rain started to fall outside the window making me even more unable to open my eyes. "Then see you tomorrow" I said, yawning for the third time. "Sweet dreams, Cara," he said before disconnecting the video call. I smiled and put my phone next to the pillow. Of course I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight, I thought vaguely before closing my eyes. In less t

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

I straightened my suit jacket and crouched down to his eye level. The wimp had tears leaking from his eyes ,blood running down his broken nose and a death wish for even referring to Dalia as that. I had a lot of score to settle with the fucker and I was just getting started. "So you do know where she is", I said and pressed down on his already broken nose. His scream filled the air. The wimp was a newly turned I guessed from just his screams. A long aged vampire would have been able to hold off his pain

The elders of the Volturi murmured amongst themselves on noticing that he broke out of their spell. The figure raised his head and took off the cap attached to his garment. He had thick, black straw-like hair and his eyes… Only Layla was able to recognize those eyes, despite the fact that it was in the middle of a thick night that they met, his face didn't change one bit. "He is Edward…" she said, loudly. "The destined Alpha of the Werewolves." She added, making them widen their eyes in disbelief.

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

I quickly stepped down from the ladder and sat against the wall, going through the pages. It spoke of a woman, Isabel Trawilski, who had put a curse on a man called Troy Vlod because of his evil ways. He had then turned into a rabid vampire. I was entranced by the story and didn't know when I drifted off into a very deep sleep and had a strange dream.