Young Dracula Books Novels & Stories

The bindings looked older too, the kind of books that seemed less concerned with being read and more concerned with surviving centuries. Grey stopped before the case, leisurely reaching into his coat to produce a key. My brows rose. Apparently, not every book in the Hall of Knowledge was meant for casual readers. He retrieved the book with surprising fluidity before swinging the glass panel shut. Then he inserted the key into the lock and turned it clockwise. Click. The faint sound echoed through the quiet library, carrying a sense of finality that seemed disproportionate to such a small noise. I had a lot of questions. My mouth was itching to blurt out words that might not even make sense,

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.

I was about to slip the book back into my bag when he reached out and very smoothly snatched it out of my hands. He took an ink pen out of a holder on the desk and flipped the book open. He pressed on the pages to flatten them out, then scribbled something on the first page. He held it up and blew on the ink to help it dry. “So what is it about the human world that fascinates you?” he asked. “How do you know it fascinates me?” I replied. “Well,” he said, passing the book back to me. “A lot of young werewolves couldn’t care less about humans. They don’t think that their world has anything to do with ours, and that ours is inherently superior.”

The ink rain had lightened to a fine mist under the library‑skyline, smearing into soft punctuation when it landed on spines. We walked forward. Books lined every shelf. No shiny covers. Just bindings in shades of gray and muted color, each stamped with a single title and a tiny line of metadata beneath in smaller script. DRACULA CASTLE CYCLE RANGE: 271–303 AUTHOR IMPACT: VARIABLE GAME CITY CYCLE RANGE: 300–303 ENTERTAINMENT INDEX: HIGH / DAMAGE: EXTREME “This is… so much worse than my high school library,” Jax muttered. “And that place already smelled like despair.”

Without hesitation, Blake followed her out the door, and as they leapt together into the sky, it was then that Vivian realized that the human Blake was truly gone. * Vivian was delighted to see the town below her in utter chaos. Teenage vampires from their high school roamed the streets, causing destruction everywhere they went. Cars were tipped over and set alight. Houses were broken into, the families living in them rushing into the street in blind panic. She looked over at Blake and smiled. He returned the gesture, and Vivian thought that nothing in the world would make her happier than she was in that moment. Nothing but killing Scarlet Paine.

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go

Gabriel shouts at his brother. Samuel begins to growl but before he makes a move Dracula appear from the shadows and snaps his neck. Samuel’s lifeless body falls to the ground. “Kids these days”, Dracula smiles. Dracula turns to the silky hair vampire, “Cletus, take them to the dungeon. I want my cubs ready for the sacrifice”. His grin turning into a frown of disgust.

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

I shrugged, popping a piece of the marshmallow popcorn and my tastebuds explode at the sweetness. Karina sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. She clicks a button, and the projector crystalizes the images into a 4D experience. “That’s not what I mean. Books are your escapism, and this is mine.” A brunette girl is journalling in a graveyard, a single crow landing closer to her as her voice narrators the death of her parents. “What is this?” I asked, intrigued by the eerie smog surrounding her. “It’s called The Vampire Diaries, a cultural phenomenon, a classic.” She beamed, “It was released in 2009 actually.”

1807. Alexis smiled slightly seeing Adrian's smile which was clearly visible in the photo. But before long, Alexis' smile stopped. “One thousand eight hundred and seven? That means it was three years before Adrian turned into a vampire at the age of twenty-three, right?” Alexis put the photo frame back in its place. "I've never asked Adrian about it. How he ended up turning into a vampire. But do I have the courage to ask Adrian about that?” Alexis wondered.