#dracula (heirs of the night)

[alisavonvamalia]

[cyberr-v0id]

In series two episode six of Heirs of the Night, The Last One, Alisa tying herself to the wheel during the storm is a reference to Dracula by Bram Stoker

[mysteryofvampires]

I love the van Helsing storyline in heirs of the night, but van Helsing in the books was so much more like the original Dracula van Helsing!

[niamhthefae]

just started rewatching heirs of the night LETS GOOOO

[pepopipu]

Heirs of the Night. The Power of Love

Hi, I'm writing a heirs of the night fanfic. I leave it here in case you want to take a look.

Summary: Alisa has a beating heart, a shining hand, a bond with an ancient vampire, and a destiny that will change the entire world…but none of it is more amazing than her power of love.

Chapter 1: VAMALIA

The beginning of the plague of demons

(Author: Abraham van Helsing, vampire hunter and founder of the Red Masks)

…and the tears of Count Dracula were mixed with the blood, and from the blood and the tears thirteen rubies were formed. The rubies glowed dark red and pulsed deep within. From each ruby was born one of the thirteen clans of vampires. And each clan received the gift of their birthstone, which also gave each clan its name. As long as the venerables of the clans carry the ruby, all vampires born into the clan will have the gift that the ruby bestows:

•The Dracas of Norway can read minds and communicate with each other mentally.

•Italy's Nospheres can overcome the deadly effects of holy items.

•The Vyrad of England can control the weather.

•The Pyras of France speak all animal languages.

•The Irish Lycana can change shape.

• The Romanian Upiry can make her shadow act independently of her body.

•The Belovs of Russia tolerate sunlight.

•The Arrufat of Spain can speak with the dead.

•The Tova de Holanda can overcome the paralyzing effects of water.

•The Swiss Walk can become invisible.

•The Vikla of Greece can move objects with the power of thought.

•The Turkey Grimur can catch sunlight.

•The Vamalia of Germany finally received the gift of love, and this clan is the keeper of the spark that can put out all vampire life in the world if...

[niamhthefae]

let's get on it boyz

if we all ask for at least 3 and a castle in the middle of nowhere we can all live out our wwdits,heirs of the night,young dracula and any other vampire media-dreams!

I'm sure that no one will kill you or anything...

[solxamber]

Hi, this is For the Valentine's Event: Malleus, Romantic, "Loving You Keeps Me Alive" (Feat. James Barbour) by Frank Wildhorn (This song is from Dracula the Musical, I just love it so much, plus thought it matched him...)?

"The first time I set eyes on you" || Malleus Draconia

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Loving You Keeps Me Alive by Frank Wildhorn

𝐖𝐨��𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 680

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Fated love, Love across lifetimes

In every lifetime, Malleus Draconia remembers.

The memories cling to him like mist after rain—soft but inescapable. A thousand lifetimes, a thousand different versions of you, and yet his heart remains untouched by time’s cruel indifference. Always, you return to him, a constant thread woven into the fabric of his endless existence.

In one life, you had met beneath moonlit skies, laughter spilling from your lips like stardust, while Malleus, silent and awestruck, had memorized every note of your joy. In yet another, you were a healer who pressed trembling hands against his chest, mending wounds you didn’t understand, while his heart bled with the unspoken fear of losing you again.

This time, though, he swears he’ll let you go.

You arrive in his life like the first breath of spring—warm, full of promise, unknowingly awakening the ache inside him. You’re not a noble or a mage of great power. No, you’re simply you, with laughter that spills too easily and eyes that catch his attention without effort. You stumble into his world with no memory of the lives you’ve shared before, and Malleus tells himself it’s better that way.

He watches from afar, the heir to the Briar Valley throne wrapped in centuries of duty and silence. But every word you speak feels like a thread tightening around his heart, pulling him closer to a fate he both longs for and fears.

You become his friend first—because how could he not? You talk to him without fear, without reverence, as though he’s not royalty or Fae but just… Malleus. You drag him out of his brooding silences with warmth, teasing him when he’s too serious, daring him to walk the line between loneliness and connection. For the first time in centuries, he feels alive.

But love, Malleus knows, is a curse as much as it is a gift.

In every lifetime, he’s lost you. Sometimes to time’s natural cruelty, sometimes to fate’s merciless games. This time, he resolves to protect you from himself, convinced his presence only weaves sorrow into your life.

And yet, how could he resist the pull?

The turning point comes late one night, beneath a sky thick with stars. You’re both lying on the grass, the cool air filled with the scent of dew and wildflowers. You talk about dreams—how you wish for simple things: laughter, love, a future without regret.

"Malleus," you murmur, turning to him with eyes full of unspoken trust, "you always seem so far away. Like you’re waiting for something terrible to happen."

He doesn’t respond, because the truth would terrify you. How does he explain centuries of loss, of watching you fade in his arms across countless lives?

But then your hand brushes his—soft, gentle—and it feels like fate cracking open.

Time stretches on. Malleus tries to stay away. You, persistent as ever, refuse to let him retreat. Every touch, every glance, every shared laugh pulls him deeper into the possibility of hope.

Finally, one night, the dam breaks.

He confesses—not with grand gestures, but with soft, trembling words. "You are the one constant in every life I’ve lived. But every time, I lose you. I fear I’ll be the reason your happiness withers."

The pain in his voice is raw, centuries-old.

But instead of pulling away, you reach for him, cupping his cheek with a tenderness that shatters his resolve. "If loving you keeps me alive," you whisper, eyes shimmering with a clarity he’s never seen before, "then how can leaving you be right?"

The world falls silent. It’s just you and him, two souls bound by threads older than time.

In that moment, Malleus realizes the truth: fate doesn’t curse him to lose you. It gives him the chance to find you, again and again, until he gets it right.

He kisses you then, not as a prince or a Fae, but as a man who’s waited too many lifetimes for this one perfect moment.

And for the first time, he lets himself believe that forever could finally belong to both of you.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[tiramissyoucake]

Okay cliche trope, but what if Reader managed to escape and found out their pregnant with Mark's kid. Since it's Viltrumite Mark we're talking about here, I'll say it will only take him 3-5 human years before he could find Reader living in the same ship with his heir like a van parent

YESYESYES THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, you finally get a shred of peace and encounter so many kind denizens who were willing to help you figure out the galaxy, picking up odd-jobs everywhere

You find out the ship you stole regenerates energy everytime it's offline so it's literally a moving home, and your son is happy and healthy with you and you learn from everywhere you go

Meanwhile Mark is in his Dracula era, brooding on his throne and demanding the ship to be found, Viltrumites, for once, are only looking and not destroying when they reach different planets, he barely sleeps, barely takes care of himself and grows more ruthless than he already is.

He finds you purely by chance, seeing a familiar Viltrumite ship. He thinks it's just one of his subjects, but his heart jumps seeing you. You look happy, alive, your clothes a stylish frankenstein of different alien cultures, And then he sees the little one you're carrying and lightly tossing in the air to entertain, and the joy clashes with confusion, anger, and sadness as he hears the euphoric laughter from you and your son, his son.

That night, you thought you were safe as you slept in the makeshift bed in your ship, waking up to shadows shifting, you look up finding a hand that wasn't yours gently petting your child's head, you reach over in alarm to grab a weapon before the mystery intruder brings a finger up to his lips. "Shhh... you wouldn't want to wake him, would you?" He smiles down at the boy who slept on piles of pillows and blankets, the same black hair as his father.

His smile drops when he looks up at your terrified form. "We're turning this ship around first thing in the morning, in the meantime, tell me.. where have you been?" It would've been a simple question had his eyes not told you that you would never even see the stars littered right above Viltrum.

[discardead]

⠀HELLO I AM FIRST CAN I PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP REQUEST FOR VAMPIRE/ANGEL PRINCE NPTS ( with names that I can use from open origins/languages )

Disclaimer: Religious theme below + Long post ahead!

Vampire & Angel Prince themed NPT ···· Requested by @princefrail

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Names ✧ ·· ✦ ·· ✧ Bat. Bats. Batsy. Batty. Battie. Battimpire. Battympira. Battimpyra. Battypire. Battius. Batisse. Chiroptera. Chiero. Chiroptire. Chiropett. Chiropette. Chiropyre. Chyropire. Vambite. Vampier. Vampiresth. Vampierre. Vampeia. Vamprius. Vampior. Vamprina. Vampriess. Vampith. Vampriel. Vampred. Vamprise. Vampriest. Fang. Fangs. Fangyr. Fangsire. Fangire. Sanguine. Sanguneia. Sangiene. Sangius. Sangsel. Sangrione. Sangriel. Bloodyse. Bloodise. Bloodire. Bloodyre. Bloodesth. Bloodith. Bloodithe. Bloodesse. Bloodirse. Bloodius. Bloodime. Hemoin. Hemoine. Hemoisth. Hemoius. Hemoie. Hemolisth. Imortal. Imortell. Imorthel. Imortisse. Immortice. Imorthius. Imorthor. Imorthar. Sanquette. Sanquett. Sanquesth. Halo. Haelo. Haloisse. Halyre. Haloine. Haloina. Halious. Halomie. Halyure. Haloette. Haloetta. Haloesth. Haloisthe. Etheralo. Puryne. Purithy. Purityse. Saint. Serafine. Sainthly. Saintrel. Angelette. Angelisth. Angiesth. Angelie. Angelyn. Angelisse. Angeluett. Angeluise. Angelie. Angellise. Angeiré. Royalisth. Royalisse. Luxurine. Luxira. Vareign. Chivareign. Alistovar. Chivalryse. Honorie. Echo. Lucius. Lucian. Lucien. Victor. Viktor. Vincent. Vince. Thorn. Thorne. Damien. Damian. Mikael. Noir. Silas. Gabriel. Alucard. Dorian. Rook. Asher. Marcus. Augustus. Maximus. Remus. Cassius. Thorne. Raven. Vesper. Lestat. Andrei. Angela. Angelina. Angeline. Angie. Angelo. Angelou. Angelos. Angelus. Constantin. Michael. Evangeline. Engel. Sol. Lucifer. Aurelius. Caelum. Evander. Ethel. Zachary. Holden. Lionel. Alexander. Baxter. Charles. Julian. Rainer. Rainus. Reinier. Friedrich. Ludwig. Heinrich. Wilhelm. Leopold. Maximilian. Otto. Albrecht. Lorenz.

Pronouns ✧ ·· ✦ ·· ✧ roy/royal. royal/royalty. pri/pris. pri/prince. prin/prince. prin/prinz. hei/heir. hei/heim. shei/heir. theiy/theim. crow/crown. re/reign. ti/tiara. co/cor/coronet. high/highness. hon/honor. honor/honorable. cou/court. line/lineage. coron/coronation. coro/coron. coro/coronation. pal/palace. nob/noble. aristo/aristocratic. imper/imperial. cre/crest. lavi/lavish. la/lavish. lav/lavish. chiva/chivalrous. digni/dignified. comm/command. carri/carriage. reg/regal. rega/regal. maje/majesty. wea/wealth. sh👑/h👑r. h👑/h👑m. th👑y/th👑m.

Pronouns ✧ ·· ✦ ·· ✧ va/vamp. vam/vamp. vamp/vamps. vamp/vampy. vampy/vampys. vamp/vampire. vamp/vampiric. pi/pire. pir/pirism. va/vam. vam/vamp. vamp/vamps. vae/vaer. vae/vaem. vei/veir. vei/veim. vie/vier. vie/viem. vey/vem. ve/ver. vi/vir. ve/vem. vi/vim. viy/vim. blo/blood. bloo/blood. blood/bloody. blood/bloodlust. he/hem. hem/hemo. red/reds. re/red. crim/crimson. crims/crimson. sang/sanguine. sa/sar. sae/saem. sae/saer. sey/sem. vei/vein. vein/veins. bi/bite. bite/mark. fan/fang. fang/fangs. fe/fer. fie/fier. his/hiss. hiss/hisses. dev/devour. devo/devour. devou/devour. consu/consume. pier/pierce. fea/feast. su/suck. suc/suck. thi/thirst. que/quench. drai/drain. drain/drains. quen/quench. si/sip. sip/sips. li/lick. lic/lick. dri/drip. drip/drips. ba/bat. bat/bats. chi/chiro. chiro/chiroptera. ec/echo. e/echo. ec/echo. ech/echo. echo/echoes. ni/night. ny/nyr. ny/nym. nie/niem. nei/neir. noc/nocturnal. noctu/nocturnal. mo/moon. moo/moon. moon/moons. cof/coffin. coff/coffin. coe/coffin. co/cofs. cof/coffs. drac/dracu. dracu/Dracula. gor/gore. go/gore. gore/gorey. ki/kill. kill/kills. kir/kirs. ki/kir. carn/carnage. carna/carnage. imm/immortal. imor/immortal. unde/undead. undea/undead. und/undead. h♰/h♰m. sh♰/h♰r. th♰y/th♰m.

Pronouns ✧ ·· ✦ ·· ✧ hy/hyr. hy/hym. hea/heaven. heav/heaven. hav/haven. haven/havens. holy/holys. hol/holy. sky/skys. abov/above. above/aboves. asce/ascend. ascen/ascend. desce/descend. descen/descend. eth/ether. ether/ethereal. eth/ethyr. wi/wing. win/wing. wing/wings. wie/wier. wie/wiem. halo/halos. hae/halo. ha/halo. ae/haer. hae/haem. aur/aura. go/gold. gol/gold, gold/golds. gold/golden. li/light. div/divine. divi/divine. divi/divinity. bless/blessing. bles/bless. bless/blesses. hop/hope. choi/choir. cho/choir. pu/pure. pure/purity. puri/purity. shi/shine. pray/prays. pray/prayer. ae/aer. ae/aem. ang/angel. ae/angel. doe/dove. dove/doves. sai/saint. sain/saint. saint/saints. che/cher. cher/cherub. cherub/cherubic. se/ser. sera/seraph. ser/seraph. seraph/seraphim. thro/throne. throe/throne. opha/ophanim. domi/dominion. domin/dominion. vir/virtue. virt/virtue. virtu/virtue. pow/power. power/powers. princi/principality. principal/principality. arch/archangel, archae/archangel. arch/archs. arch/archas. archa/archas. arch/arches. mess/messenger. messen/messenger. sae/sacred. sacre/sacred. fai/faith. chali/chalice. cha/chalice. h✦/h✦m. sh✦/h✦r. th✦y/th✦m. hie/hier. hie/hiem. sie/siem. sie/sier.

Titles ✧ ·· ✦ ·· ✧ The Angelic one / [noun]. Prn* angelism. The Revered Angel. Prn* who's revered (by the people / [noun]). Prn* who comes from Above. The Descension of this Angel. The Descension of [noun / name]. Prn* who hails from Heaven / Above. The God's Messenger. This Sacred being. Prn* who remains Sacred. Prn* who was Blessed. The [noun] of Blessing. Prn* holy message. The Angel in the Choir. The Greatest among the Angels. Prn* who's born blessed. Prn* by the Choir. Prn* who brings Blessing. The Light of your Days. Prn* purity. The Purified being / [noun]. The Chosen one by God. Prn* who answers Prayers. The Angel's Holy Light. Prn* holiness. Prn* who remains Untainted. Prn* Golden Halo. Prn* [color] Halo. Prn* who clears Worries. Prn* Wings (of Comfort). Prn* Vampirism. The [noun] at Night. This Nocturnal [noun] / being. The Fanged One. Prn* Fangs. Prn* bloodthirst. The Bloodthirsty [noun]. Prn* unquenchable Thirst. Prn* who seeks Blood. Prn* who yearns to Feast. Prn* Bitten marks. The Vampire on the Hunt. Prn* Bat form. The Vampire out for a Feast. Prn* who wants to Devour. Prn* who laps up Blood. The Vampire in need for Blood. Prn* who feeds on Blood. The Bloodsucking Angel. The Angel turned Vampire. The Angel of Vampirism. The Vampire as an Angel. The Angelic Vampirism. The Angel who feasts on Blood. The Blood-hungry Angel. The Angel's / Vampire's / Prince's Court. The Court of this Prince. The Court of [noun]. Prn* in the Palace. Prn* who's treated as Royalty. The [noun] hailed from the Palace. Prn* with Royal Blood. The Crowned [noun]. The Prince's Throne. Prn* who's next in Line. The Next Ruler. The Heir to the Throne. The Prince among the Angels / Vampires. The Prince who feeds on Blood. The Princely Vampire. The Prince at Night. The Prince who ascends from Heaven. Prn* who was born a Royal. The Blessed Prince. The Prince with vampirism.

[caffeinatedcatlover]

Books read in 2024 📖

I read a total of 41 books, around 15,500 pages (average book length 376 pages).

⋆ Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros

⋆ Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

⋆ Crown of Midnight by Sarah J Maas

⋆ Heir of Fire by Sarah J Maas

⋆ The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J Maas

⋆ Queen of Shadows by Sarah J Maas

⋆ The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid

⋆ Empire of Storms by Sarah J Maas

⋆ A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid

⋆ Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

⋆ Tower of Dawn by Sarah J Maas

⋆ Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J Maas

⋆ House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas

⋆ House of Sky and Breath by Sarah J Maas

⋆ House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J Maas

⋆ Foreigners: Three English Lives by Caryl Philips

⋆ Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

⋆ Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

⋆ A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare

⋆ The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary

⋆ Bride by Ali Hazelwood

⋆ My Roommate Is a Vampire by Jenna Levine

⋆ Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

⋆ Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands by Heather Fawcett

⋆ You and Me on Vacation by Emily Henry

⋆ Book Lovers by Emily Henry

⋆ Happy Place by Emily Henry

⋆ Daisy Miller by Henry James

⋆ Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole in Many Lands by Mary Seacole

⋆ The Pumpkin Spice Cafe by Laurie Gilmore

⋆ The September House by Carissa Orlando

⋆ The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enríquez

⋆ Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

⋆ The Waste Land and Other Poems by T.S. Eliot

⋆ A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner

⋆ Dracula by Bram Stoker

⋆ Recitatif by Toni Morrison

⋆ Millennium Approaches by Tony Kushner

⋆ The Rabbit Hutch by Tess Gunty

⋆ The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

⋆ The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

[rottiens]

SCREAMS IF U DONT TELL ME MORE ABOUT DRACULA TOJI EXPERMENTING ON YOU-

😳😳

cw. vampire toji x afab reader, dracula au, noncon, experimentation, blood, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, predator/prey, size difference, yan toji, you are compelled by him. divider creds: cafekitsune.

Okay, I just think that Count Toji must be tired of living in his castle, bored of having spent centuries in this land where he only goes out hunting at night to survive and watch others live their lives under the hot and threatening sun.

Curiosity would lead him to set his eyes on the girl who occasionally walks around his castle, Toji is not interested in her social class or status; all he wants from her is the taste and ecstasy that her young blood can give him. He often sees her stop in the distance and admire how majestic the building is, so tall and imposing.

Toji believes that she managed to notice his presence once. Standing in front of the second floor window, as the sun set and he turned his back to the shadows. When their gazes met, it was then that he realized that the pleasures and memories of his human life still lingered there hidden under the clothes of the elegant lord he pretends to be, he wanted her, he wanted her on his property, he wanted her holding his hand and carrying his seed inside her.

With this idea in mind, he waited and counted the days until she would pass by his castle again; he waited and waited until, during twilight, he saw her walking slowly up the clear, flower-filled hill.

The dense flakes of black clouds hid the sun that day as if someone was conspiring on his behalf, so he took the opportunity to approach her, cautiously, making sure his movements would not frighten her, though nothing could make his dead heart beat faster than the sight of her running down the hill as she flees from an inevitable outcome.

Toji blamed her smile. If she hadn't smiled at him in that open, friendly way, as if inviting him to take her right there and then, he might have let her slip away. After all, it was not yet dark and anyone could catch him in the act; however, the way her heart was beating, hidden under her corset-tight ribs, and her nervous, choppy breathing, with her chest rising and falling, had never made him feel so alive as he did at that moment.

She doesn't remember how long it's been or how she got there, sometimes she thinks all she knows is that castle and her master. There are gaps in her memory about the family she lost one day and who she was before; all she remembers are the Count's words: “This is your home now.”

She serves him. She dresses for him. And she allows him, for some reason, to take anything he wants from her including her blood. Whenever he asks she goes to the back room, perfectly decorated with a bed with red silk sheets and sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling. Toji strips her of her clothes and she offers him her previously injured and fang-marked left arm, he feeds sometimes until she faints and loses consciousness. Other times, he calls her to breed her.

Toji is obsessed with the idea of getting her pregnant. One night, he told her how he wants to have children, how he wants to procreate, and that is the only reason she is there, not to serve him dinner or clean his floors; she is there to accept his cum every night and every time he wants to give it to her.

Toji has tried it so many ways, with her on top, underneath, beside him. His fangs are in every inch of her skin, marking her as his, and he keeps trying, wishing that at some point she might give him an heir for eternity so he won't be alone.

So far, though, none of that has worked.

There are days when she wakes up lucid and fear creeps through her veins, making her get out of bed in the middle of the night and run downstairs, screaming in terror. She doesn't remember how many times it has happened, she only knows that he finds her opening the front door and pushes her from behind crushing her against the old wood.

"Where are you going?" he growls annoyed against her ear, his breath hitching.

"Please, my lord; let me go."

Toji is quiet for a moment, perhaps weighing the decision?

"Let's make a deal. I will open the door and you will run as fast as your little legs will allow. If you can catch a moonbeam, I'll let you go.”

The castle is gigantic, she thinks. It will be a moment before she can step out of the shadows of it and reach the light.

"What if I don't make it?" her tear-filled eyes close for a moment and the tears fall.

The Count laughs softly, grinding his hips against her lower back showing her how hard what is about to happen makes him.

"You don't want to find out and ruin the surprise, do you?"

Toji flings open the door and she almost falls to the floor. Her hands touch the ground and she gets up in a hurry to get away from the castle, running as far as she can. Grass brushes against her feet, pebbles cut into the soles of her feet and her dress gets tangled between her thighs, but she keeps going without stopping. She looks back and sees him in his sleeping clothes from the doorway mimicking being a man, wrapped in darkness from his home with jet hair covering his eyes. And with red eyes and sharp fangs, she finally sees him for what he is.

A monster.

She looks ahead, screaming from the depths of her lungs for help. She thinks of her family, of her mother, and picks up the hem of her dress with one hand to run faster. The moonlight seems so close that she thinks she can reach it, but it all becomes a distant dream again the moment a sharp sound tears the air; like the cry of a wounded animal, and her body falls to the ground. Her palms bleed and she screams in pain, in rage, in fear.

"Please!"

"I've got you. Let's go back home."

notes. i believe faithfully that he does this kind of experiments with you. he spreads your pussy with his fingers, pushes his cum inside, maybe hm fucks you in the ass all this to see your reaction. he is addicted to the way you respond to pleasure, to pain, that he wants to know everything about you. how much would your body resist before breaking, how much he should do to make you pregnant.

[beevean]

Prompt: The scene of Dracula kidnapping Soleil 😈

His heart still thrummed for the excitement, but Soleil, with trembling hands, forced himself to place the Vampire Killer on his nightstand and crawl under the sheets.

The Vampire Killer. Father's whip. In his possession. He was a true Belmont, now!

Oh, this was the best day of Soleil's life. Even under the warmth of the bed, he could not stop smiling and replaying the events of the ceremony in his head. His own father, his very hero, he who slew the evil Count Dracula himself, passed onto him the ancestral whip that radiated holy power. He had become a man, a Belmont worth of his name, Father had said with shiny eyes.

(Soleil might have cried very much unlike a man, but he couldn't help it.)

Not even the cold drafts seeping through the window bothered him. He was on top of the world, and he could not wait to make Father proud with the skills he had learned from him!

The window blew open. The night air outside rushed in the room. And with it, an odd sensation Soleil could not place, but it churned in his gut, uneasy, smothering his happiness. He had locked the window, he was sure of it. What was going--

Dark smoke took form next to him.

The stench was undescribable, inhuman. Icy dread settled in Soleil's stomach, as the smoke twisted, flowed like water, then became solid... a dark, solid shape, tall like a column, until it took the resemblance of a human - no, a thing, with bone-white hair and hellish eyes.

Count Dracula stood by his bed.

Soleil had never seen the vampire Lord, yet he knew, deep in his being, who that monster was. No one else could freeze the blood in his veins, cause tremors in his petrified limbs. He looked like a crude caricature of a person, a sickly corpse wrapped in a shadowy cloak, and Soleil's heart leaped out of his chest and the Vampire Killer was right there and his hand would not move to grab it.

"I finally get to see you up close, young Belmont."

Dracula's voice lashed at him like the wind blowing from the window.

Soleil couldn't talk. His tongue would not move, frozen to the roof of his mouth. His throat clamped shut. It was a nightmare, yes, it had to be, a very deep nightmare, and at any point Father would come wake him up.

"F-father..." he wheezed, weak, helpless, unheard by him.

My father defeated you before I was born! You can't be real!

As if he could read his thoughts, Dracula smirked, with his long canines peeking from his lips. "Your father is a weak, unremarkable man who brought shame to his thrice-damned family name. I'm disappointed, I must say, I expected better from Trevor's heir. But no matter..."

The creature walked - no, floated, his body moved unnaturally, he did not belong in this world - towards him. Soleil couldn't breathe, his chest heaved, as he could only raise his eyes and meet those of the vampire, who bowed close, too close to him, his breath reeked of blood and Soleil could not turn away...

"I observed you for years, little Belmont. Unlike your father, you seem to have potential. Magic flows in your blood, I'd recognize that scent anywhere." Soleil had no idea what he was talking about, and he could not ask, not when he watched as Dracula's fangs grew, right before his eyes. "And I am always glad to hone potential..."

The vampire raked his claws, longer than Soleil's fingers, down his cheek, jaw, neck, a touch so delicate and so intimately familiar that he tasted bile in his mouth. Then, all gentleness faded, and Dracula tore the collar of his nightgown with the swipe of an animal; and he plunged his teeth in Soleil's neck, it hurt! It burned like nothing Soleil had ever felt, not even fire: his entire body convulsed, trapped in the vampire's grip, Soleil opened his mouth but only a whimper came out of him, no no no how could he have let this happen?! No Belmont should be tainted by Dracula!

His blood left him in gulps, until his fingers grew numb, until the world around him faded in a haze of pain. Before losing consciousness, Soleil could faintly hear the demon sneer: "It is high time a Belmont learns of the agony of having your flesh and blood turn against you..."

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

favorite reads from this year

tagged by the love of my life @spaceprincessem

i actually read a lot of exceptional books this year so picking was hard but these 12 are my absolute favorites (and are in no particular order)

salt kiss by sierra simone (the greatest start to a poly romance with fantastic smut)

beach read by emily henry (i was swept away and also cried an awful amount)

silver under nightfall by rin chupeco (a threesome between two vampires and a vampire hunter, need i say more)

dark heir by c.s. pacat (AWWOOOOUUUGGGHHHHH)

the serpent and the wings of night by carissa broadbent (one of the best vampire/fantasy enemies to lovers ive ever read)

margins by landry brennan aka @rewritetheending (such a beautiful wholesome romance, truly one of the most lovely stories ever)

a dowry of blood by s. t. gibson (it's about dracula's lovers. brutal and gory and messy and delicious)

happy place by emily henry (this made me feel so many things that i was sure i would explode)

in my dreams i hold a knife by ashley winstead (everyone on this was so fucked up and it was delightful. also VERY hot)

funny story by emily henry (this made my heart fucking glow)

we could be so good by cat sebastian (the fucking prose !!!!!!!!!!)

the pairing by casey mcquiston (i haven't finished this one yet but i already adore the shit out of it. it's made me so hungry and horny)

tagging @colonoscopys @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @rewritetheending @leothil @zahlibeth @midsummersmorn @lonelychicago @bekkachaos @bucklavaa @spotsandsocks @chronicowboy @lemonzestywrites @try-set-me-on-fire @shyaudacity @onward--upward and anyone else who wants to share! please tag me i wanna hear about all the books <3

[mysteryofvampires]

Guys!! I discovered a new parallel between the show and the books!!

In the show Ragnar betrays his family and Teams up with Dracula to gain power. He robs the leaders of their rubies and takes Lars with him. In the end he dies without gaining anything because Dracula pushes him into the sun.

In the books Baroness Antonia betrays both her brother, so Baron Maximilian the Dracas Clan leader, and the good side in general. She extradites Ivy to Dracula and hopes that he will marry her now that she can become one of the most powerful vampires and bear the New vampire generation. She also dies because Dracula pushes her into a bunch of metal bars..

That's a great detail!

[azulazenin]

Princess Mihaela of Styria

– Born May 29, 1453. The very same day of the fall of Constantinople

– Daugther of Count Moritz Karnstein, Queen Carmilla’s cousin, and Lady Catherine Arpad, the last descendant of a fallen Hungarian dynasty

– Her mother died at childbirth, and her father took his own life afterwards, so she was taken by Carmilla, who named her princess and heir of Styria

– Carmilla was far from a mother to Mihaela, the Queen took her in thinking of the advantages of having a dhampir in her court, since Dracula had his own, but Lenore loved the baby from day one

– When Mihaela was still a child, Dracula arranged so his son could meet her, the only other person of his species, so he would feel less lonely

– The children became friends really quickly and started to exchanged letters

– Years later, when Dracula defeated the Ottomans, a ball was hosted in his castle. That night, Mihaela and Adrian realized they have been in love for years

– An year after the ball, Mihaela and Adrian got married

You can ready the story on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49552465/chapters/125063038

Princess Mihaela Karnstein-Tepes, art by Gibsugar on twitter

[ghostselkie]

White raven Dracula au

So that first post I made about a White raven Dracula au was partly a joke, but then I started thinking about it more, and well this is the result of that brain worm.

Warning: this is a bit ramble-y.

Lenore is in the role of dracula, and annabel, at first, is in the roal of jonothan harker.

Lenore being a vampire is a secret that has been kept by the Vandernacht family for generations. Also they live in the Netherlands in this au.

Like in cannon the Vandernacts are ludicrously wealthy, and they using that money to help keep Lenore's vamp-ness a secret. Also cause vampire immortality, and a lack of male heirs when she was a human, she still has the money that existed when she was alive. Now Dutch families can be big, so only the main line knows about her.

As for why they keep her a secret, and not kill her for being an unholy creature of the night is because she is useful. She is probably at least a hundred years old at this point and has accumulated a vast amount of knowledge over the years, she knows more about the families wealth and how to handle it than anyone else. Also her vamp powers make getting info on competitors easier. They have a deal, as long as she does stuff to help them they wont murder her in her sleep.

Now this relationship has kind of soured in reascent years. There is no longer any one who remembers Lenore when she was alive, and no one who remembers hearing stories from people who knew her when she was alive. To the current Vandernachts she is a mysterious and potentially dangerous entity. So Thaddeus comes up with a convoluted plan to get rid of her.

He can't just reveal the secret, cause that would cause Lenore to retaliate. So he comes up with an idea for some one to discover Lenore, and say if they die, there would be enough rage to get people to investigate. This results in Thaddeus getting in contact with Ira, and therefore Annabel getting to stay at castle Lenore.

Now the intended result was that Annabel would either discover that Lenore was a vampire, or she would become one of her victims, as Lenore kind of has a taste for the blood of young women (she doesn't kill them though). What ends up happening is gay as fuck.

Lenore is not nearly as evil as book Dracula. She's more of a nuisance than any thing else, sucking just enough blood to satisfy her, but not leave the human with any lasting damage. She is unholy though, and therefore people are still scared of her, they just can't really do anything cause of the Vandernachts.

Now, Lenore has been a vampire for a long time now. There is no way she is still acting or dressing like a normal victorian woman. Shortly after she became a vampire she realized "wait, I'm an unholy creature of the night. I don't have to be straight," and started cutting her hair short and wearing pants. Current Lenore often wears things akin to her dreamland outfit now, or just men's clothing. So yeah, Annabel will defiantly be gay panicking over Lenore in her dreamland outfit.

It's going to start similar to Dracula, sans the racism (old stories are like that unfortunately), and the fear Jonathan Harker had felt in the original story with Annabel's horny. So this, isn't going to be a horror story, at least not from Annabel's perspective.

Now, as for why they fall in love with each other. For Annabel, the reasons are similar as in cannon. For Lenore though, the reasons are also similar, but with the add on that, Annabel is the first person who is not immediately scared of her, and who doesn't become scared of her once she sees all the spooky vampire shit.

Gayness ensues. The social season happens in the Netherlands, but Annabel and Lenore do stay in touch cause Lenore kinda had to act as her translator, since Annabel didn't end up learning much Dutch. So they get to be together, but Lenore has to watch Annabel meet with other suitors, all while their inevitable separation is looming. Unlike in cannon, however, they both know of a way to be together, but neither of them want to talk about it cause it would involve Annabel being turned in to a vampire. Annabel does end up going back to London to be engaged to her child hood friend, and Lenore, in good old Dracula fashion, fallows her home. Now this is when Annabel transitions from the role of Jonathan to Lucy, except the whole being turned in to a vampire is a lot more consensual.

Vampire lore for this au