Vlad Tepes Dracula Castlevania Novels & Stories

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

"You recognize this, don't you? I remember seeing you in the woods. You thought you were so powerful that your pack was unbreakable; I sent you a warning; you took two weeks to recover; I didn't have to wipe your memory away, the thing is that I always wanted your Luna; I always wanted little Cara; and so... I felt the strange jealousy, and I thought making you forget her was all it took, but again, I was wrong." Looking at the cunning being, all I felt was anger. I might not make it out of here, but Vlad Drakul will not get out of this unscarred. I'll make sure this fight is one he will remember for the rest of his miserable existence. I turned to Teo. "Take her away." "Too late," Vlad said

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.

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.

“You need blood from someone you love.” “No.” I shook my head, glancing at Ruby. “I’ll recover with rest.” “I don’t think you understand what happens if you don’t.” Joel’s voice sharpened. “You could fall asleep and never wake up. That’s black magic on your neck — I’ve seen that mark before, overseas. A pureblood, same as you. No one even knew what he was until the curse hit him. Same mark, exactly like yours. A vampire healer told him the only cure was blood from the person he truly loved, or he wouldn’t survive the week.”

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.

What was he doing here? Vuk turned to her, throwing a wink. "Who are you?" Elizabeth sneered, clearly displeased with the interruption. "Sorry for coming late to the party. I was busy with various tasks, but I wouldn’t miss an event like this," Vuk said, his tone dripping with charm. "I am Vuk Dracula, brother to the Vampire King." Elizabeth’s demeanor shifted instantly. "Oh! Welcome, welcome to the Red Moon Pack." She practically purred, captivated by the vampire’s presence.