#dracula (heirs of the night)

[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

[niamhthefae]

just started rewatching heirs of the night LETS GOOOO

[alisavonvamalia]

[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...

[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.

[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

[headlinxr]

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 ─── 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐨

SYNOPSIS  !  In Sung-hoon's eyes, you are not just a mortal. In you he finds a mirror that reflects not only the horrors of his own nature, but also the possibility of something more, something that had discarded as an illusion lost in the sands of time: Hope. To Sunoo, however, you are a toy, a pawn on his chessboard of chaos. He sees you as a spark that could be extinguished with a simple gesture.

But his carelessness is a mistake, for even he to feel the impact of your presence. In you he senses a discordance that threatens to fracture his indiference, a crack that hints at questions he, until now, had refused to ask: What remains of the soul when everything else is lost?

GENRE. vampires, non idol! au, sung-hoon and sunol are brothers, reader is a maid. brother vs brother, f!reader.

WARNINGS. this is a bit experimental.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

In the heart of a world where night is not merely the absence of light, but a sovereign empire that consumes time and reason, stands a castle that seems to tear apart the veils of eternity. Its silhouette is a perpetual shadow, a cathedral to the void whose towers rise like the hands of a penitent crying out to the sky, aware that their plea will fall into the abyss of silence. Each stone of its walls, worn by the weight of centuries, bears the memory of primordial pain, like scars that whisper laments to the immortal winds. It is not a dwelling, but a mausoleum erected to guard torn souls, a sanctuary dedicated to hopelessness where eternity itself seems to have found its reflection.

In the heart of this gloomy domain dwells Sung-hoon, prince of the vampires, son of the eternal tyrant Dracula. Like a Prometheus chained to the rocks of his own immortality, he observes his existence with the melancholy of one who examines ashes that refuse to cool. In his eyes, dark as the abysses that separate man from God, burns a fire that does not illuminate but consumes. It is the reflection of an extinguished humanity, a vestige that struggles not to fade under the overwhelming weight of its own eternity.

Sung-hoon is not simply an heir; he is a martyr of a lineage that drinks from life to prolong its curse. Immortality, far from being a divine gift, presents itself to him as a spiritual desert, where each moment is a question thrown into the void. His existence is a perpetual dilemma, a crossroads between the duty to perpetuate the darkness and the yearning to break the chains that bind him to his father's legacy. He is a modern Lucifer, exiled not for rebellion, but for the cruel irony of a will that was never his.

In contrast, his younger brother, Sunoo, seems to inhabit the same eternity with the insolence of one who has made peace with the void. If Sung-hoon is the penitent seeking redemption in a desert of doubts, Sunoo is the jubilant Cain, the libertine who has embraced his condemnation as a dance in the shadows. For him, immortality is an endless feast, an ocean of pleasures and chaos where he sails without fear of shipwrecks. He does not seek purpose, for he finds it in every shadow, in every scream stifled by the night. He is a Faust who has sealed his pact with darkness and, instead of fearing it, has turned it into his canvas.

However, the brothers are nothing more than two sides of the same cursed coin. They share the same fate, the same condemnation: an eternity that strips meaning from everything they touch. Sung-hoon, consumed by the flames of his introspection, and Sunoo, immersed in the vertigo of his hedonism, embody the extremes of an endless existence: the fruitless search for meaning versus the acceptance of absolute emptiness.

In this duel of opposites, an unexpected figure emerges: You, a maid whose humanity becomes a beacon that defies the gloom. Your presence should be irrelevant, like a speck of dust in a cosmos governed by immutable hierarchies and bloodlines. But, against all logic, your mere existence unleashes storms in the hearts of the immortals. Your steps, light as whispers, and your gaze, as serene as a calm lake, burst into the fabric of eternity like an anomaly, a crack in the impenetrable wall of immortality.

In Sung-hoon's eyes, you are not simply a mortal. In you, he finds a mirror that reflects not only the horrors of his own nature but also the possibility of something more, something he had dismissed as an illusion lost in the sands of time: hope. Your humanity, far from being a weakness, is an impregnable stronghold that awakens in him desires more dangerous than the thirst for blood: The longing to regain a humanity he believed lost.

For Sunoo, on the other hand, you are a toy, a pawn on his board of chaos. He sees you as a spark that could be extinguished with a simple gesture. But his carelessness is a mistake, for even he begins to feel the impact of your presence. In you, he perceives a discord that threatens to fracture his indifference, a crack that hints at questions he had until now refused to ask: What remains of the soul when everything else has been lost?

While Sung-hoon and Sunoo grapple with their own desires and the rivalry that consumes them, the castle itself seems to come to life. This bastion of shadows, cathedral to oblivion, becomes another character, watching with its cracked walls as a tragedy unfolds that could change the rules of the universe. The stones, silent witnesses of countless lives consumed, resonate with a tension that even eternity cannot contain.

Sung-hoon, the tormented prince; Sunoo, the rebel dancing in chaos; and you, the spark that threatens to ignite everything, become figures of a dark poem, a tale that explores not only the limits of immortality but also the mysteries of humanity itself. And so, in a world where light and shadow intertwine in an eternal embrace, the presence of a mere mortal becomes the flame that could challenge even the oldest darkness.

The tension between Sung-hoon and Sunoo reaches its peak on a night when the moon, usually distant and serene, is tinged with an apocalyptic red, as if the very sky were weeping blood before the imminent fracture. The air in the castle is dense, laden with a silence that is not the absence of sound, but the suffocating presence of unspoken words, of secrets that sink their claws into eternity.

At the top of a worn marble staircase, Sunoo stands as an unyielding judge, his figure bathed in the flickering glow of a torch that casts erratic shadows on his stony face. —Love is a fallacy, Sung-hoon— he declares, his voice as cold as the edge of a scythe. —It is the opium of mortals, a refuge for those who cannot bear the void. We, who are eternal, do not need such illusions.—

From below, Sung-hoon watches him with a mix of weariness and defiance. His posture seems that of a man closer to the dust than to the heavens, but his eyes burn with an intensity that belies his apparent fragility. —The void is not an enemy, Sunoo— he replies, his voice resonating with a dangerous calm. —It's a teacher. And love, far from being a deception, is the only act that defies time and death. It is not weakness, it is the flame that can ignite even the ruins of our soul.—

Sung-hoon's words pierce through the columns like an ancient echo, as if awakening dormant memories in the very stones, silent witnesses of centuries of tragedies and betrayals.

From the shadows of a Gothic arch, you advance with a serenity that belies the tempest around you. Your mere presence seems to disrupt the gravity of the moment, like a lightning bolt illuminating the chaos only to reveal its magnitude. —They are both wrong— you declare, your voice as firm as the tolling of a bell. —Love is neither a refuge nor a redemption. It's a test. And like all tests, it doesn't promise answers, only deeper questions.—

You fix your eyes first on Sunoo, whose mask of indifference begins to crack under the weight of his gaze. —I'm not a pawn on your board, Sunoo. I am not here to confirm your truths or to reinforce your chains. I am free, and my freedom terrifies you because it challenges your control.—

Then, your attention turns to Sung-hoon, and although his gaze is softer, it is no less incisive. —You, Sung-hoon, cannot seek in me a salvation that I do not possess. If you love me, let it be for who I am, not for what you expect me to represent.—

The frankness of your words strikes the two brothers like a lightning bolt. Sunoo, always the architect of order, feels something within himself give way, like a dam that can no longer hold back the waters of a dark and deep ocean. —Love is a prison— he finally murmurs, his voice muted like a condemned whisper. —And I have sworn not to be a prisoner of anyone, not even of myself.—

But even as he utters these words, something within him falters. You have sown doubt in him, a crack of vulnerability that forces him to confront the possibility that, in his rejection of love, he has built an even more oppressive cage than the one he feared.

Sung-hoon, for his part, finds in your words a strange form of comfort. He does not seek in you an idol or divine salvation, but an echo of humanity that connects him with what he thought was lost. —If love is a test— he says, his voice laden with a determination that transcends despair, —then I choose to face it with you, expecting no reward other than the privilege of walking by your side.—

You smile, but your smile is neither that of a conquered maiden nor that of a redeeming angel. It is an ancient smile, laden with wisdom and melancholy, as if you contained the sum of all the love stories that ever existed. ─Then walk with me, Sung-hoon— you answer. —But remember that on this path there are no promises, only choices. And each choice carries a shadow with it.—

The scene dissolves into a silence that is not empty, but full. Sunoo, defeated but not humiliated, retreats into the shadows, his figure enveloped in a twilight that embraces him like a mantle. His footsteps echo on the stone like a requiem for a life of certainties now eroded.

Sung-hoon and you remain in the foyer, as the first light of dawn timidly penetrates through the stained glass windows. The light neither burns them nor redeems them; it simply envelops them, like a reminder that even in immortality, each new day brings with it the possibility of choice.

The castle, a witness to centuries of intrigue and suffering, seems to breathe, as if eternity itself had suspended its judgment.

In this story, there are no absolutions, no closed endings. Just one eternal question, hanging like a sword over their heads:

Can love, with its fragility and its strength, redeem even the immortals? Or is it simply a mirage, a flame that flickers briefly before being extinguished by the wind of time?

You, Sung-hoon, and Sunoo follow divergent paths, but the threads of their story remain intertwined. In their choices, in their doubts, not only the weight of immortality is revealed, but also the irreducible spark of humanity, which persists even in the face of the abyss.

[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

[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

[artstar1997]

I finally finished the new troll characters from Trolls Band Together for my monster au but the first batch is mostly composed of werewolves and vampires because they’re related to the Alphas.

Linden, along with Aurora and Twilight are the younger siblings of Rose, so it makes sense that they’ll also be vampires. Linden is the second born child and the only boy in a family of vampire sisters. Being born one year after his older sister, Rose was left with Queen Celestia as a baby for her safety as the heir, made him protective of the twins, Aurora and Twilight. He has the same royal vampire abilities but his vampire gift is dark energy manipulation.

The platinum twins, Aurora and Twilight are a duo of royal vampires who love nothing more but to use their powers to toy around their prey until they can finally feed on them. Aurora is the older, calm and calculating twin and she has the power to cause pain on her targets with her mind, while Twilight is the younger, more vicious and headstrong among the two, with the sensory deprivation powers, which takes form of purple smoke. When they and their parents finally reunite with Celestia and Rose, who turned out to be the twins’ older sister, Twilight’s life changed for the better when she meets Eagle, an outcast member of the resistance called Mayday and he becomes her zing.

Viva is the younger twin of Poppy and the alpha of another pack, which is located near the cemetery. While Clay tends to the serious parts of the pack, she keeps up the fun, being more Poppy than Poppy with a hint of protectiveness for all the monsters when fending off the Gileadeans. Like her twin, Viva’s favorite food is the heart of her victims. She was finally reunited with Poppy and the pack when Rose decided to gather reinforcements to finish off the divine republic once and for all with a final night terror. She is also in a zing with Barb and is best friends with Twilight.

John Dory is the lone wolf of the Rivera pack. Unlike other werewolves, he hunts alone after leaving his pack and adopted an alebrije dog, whom he named Rhonda. He would hunt down stray loyal Gileadeans and devour them but he prefers to save the liver for last because it’s his favorite. He was the ringpup in Prince Bastion’s wedding to Princess Jasmine Dracula and he and his brothers used to babysit Rose when she was a toddler until they got in an argument with each other and they left the Rivera pack upon reaching adulthood. He later reunited with the rest of the brothers, Branch, and the Rivera pack and fell in love with another werewolf named Amalthea, from whom he learned that being in a pack is better when fighting off the enemies or hunting prey.

Formerly the most eligible werewolf in his pack, trans man Bruce a.k.a Spruce is now a father of thirteen rambunctious werewolf pups and the husband of Brandy, a black furred werewolf who is also trans like him. Although he is hardworking and dedicated as an alpha of his own pack, he has a laid back approach to life. He can sometimes lose his cool whenever he or those he cares about are being treated unfairly, as he would scold them for it, mainly John Dory. Although he can act like a jerk and has made many mistakes, Bruce's good qualities will always shine through, such as his bravery, care for others and friendliness. Also, he truly cares about his friends and loved ones, as he would do anything to help them, especially if they are in serious trouble. Sometimes, he would make the wrong assumption before getting the facts. He loves eating the body parts that I don’t wanna mention because it’s disturbing.

Clay is formerly the fun member of the Rivera pack and now, he ties the serious one when it comes to taking care of the werewolves and other monsters living in and near the cemetery. He still has a painful memory towards John Dory after the brothers left upon reaching adulthood because of an argument. He also reunited with Branch years later and helped fight the angry mob of Gileadeans under Rose’s banner with all of the monsters. He prefers eating the hands of his victims, which he saves up for last.

Floyd is the sensitive member of the Rivera pack before he left to hunt on his own. He felt like he wasn’t attracted to anyone but other males and ended up working for some humans from Mayday, which he became the secret weapon of the rebellion by preying on loyal Gileadeans, especially for the lungs, which is his favorite and harboring escapees and fugitives who are heading to Canada. He had many safe houses, but an abandoned mansion became his main home. After many years, he was driven out of the mansion by a pair of ghosts before Rose called him to Nevermore Castle for reinforcements. His zing is Boom, one of the members of Kismet.

The Kismet are also gonna come so stay tuned ghouls and mansters!

[vickyvicarious]

I find the detail that Jonathan was going to spend the night away from home but then sent a telegram that he'll take the 4hr commute back to be home with her tonight pretty interesting. Did he change his mind? We never see his telegram, but Mina seems to suggest he gave as reason that she'd not be alone at night?

I was thinking recently about what day it might be when considering the timeline for Arthur's note to Jack after the funeral for his WRWD. To sum up, it looks like the 25th is probably a Monday. The other option was that it's Sunday, which seems less likely but does make him wanting to get home sooner if he could more likely. I guess in a way that's not very relevant to the specifics of your question. I was just reminded...

Anyways. Your suggestion that Jonathan came home for the (stated) purpose of ensuring Mina didn't have to spend the night alone is interesting, and I see where it comes from:

And yet, if it be true, what terrible things there are in the world, and what an awful thing if that man, that monster, be really in London! I fear to think. I have this moment, whilst writing, had a wire from Jonathan, saying that he leaves by the 6:25 to-night from Launceston and will be here at 10:18, so that I shall have no fear to-night.

If that last phrase is continuing the description of what Jonathan's message said, then yes, that does seem to be his stated reasoning. However, I've always personally read that as a modifier/response to her own earlier line about "I fear to think" - basically, I've assumed Jonathan just said he would make it home, and it was Mina who added that now she won't have to worry about him tonight. Of course, some of that was based on my assumption that Launceston is in London and so she was worried about his proximity to Dracula. But Launceston, I've just learned, is actually in the opposite direction, further west than Exeter. So... perhaps that's not what's going on. Maybe I've been wrong and your interpretation is correct.

Regardless of whether Jonathan said it or Mina did, I think the fear referred to here is her worry about him. He did just have a total collapse a few short days ago (3, to be precise). And that happened while traveling. Not to mention, the last time he went on a business trip away from her for more than a day, he went missing for months and turned up horribly traumatized. So even if she 'knows' it's just an overnight trip and he will be fine, she could be feeling understandable anxiety about this. All the more so after losing Mr. Hawkins and Lucy.

However, equally relevant is Jonathan's own feelings on the matter. I think whatever worry Mina might be feeling about his business trip will be just as intense for him as well, if not even more so. He was obviously trying to dive into his work to both distract himself and live up to the responsibilities he now has as Mr. Hawkins' heir. He may well have agreed to or arranged this trip in an attempt to prove he's fine/make himself fine/fulfill others' expectations. And then perhaps in the train there, he began to regret his choices...

He didn't send Mina his message until around 6:30pm, just about the time he was catching the train home. That's after the close of business for most offices nowadays, at least. Probably back then as well. I think it's quite possible that Jonathan either worked as hard as he could to finish everything early (regretting his choice very soon after leaving) and only told her once he was sure it was all done so he could go home, or was already going to have finished things but originally didn't want the long trip back at night. But he changed his mind at the last minute and told Mina as soon as he did, so that he could get back to her side and not have to spend a night alone away from here.

I definitely think both he and she would hesitate to be apart at night, at least at first. All the more given his night terrors, and a 'business trip' would be worse than some other reason, given the history there. If the need arises I'm sure they could/would, but if Jonathan realized he didn't have to, he'd try not to.

I'd be remiss not to also mention another theory I saw a while ago. I don't have the specific post but I believe there was speculation that Jonathan realized Mina had opened his diary before she told him, and some of his throwing himself into work was him deliberately giving her space to read it. It also might have been him trying to avoid any reaction she might have, in case that dredged up things he didn't want to face. If so, him turning back around and heading home would indicate a willingness to face the truth, or at least see how she looks at him now. I don't tend to buy this one myself because she read the diary a couple days earlier, and so the timing doesn't quite match up for that to be related to his trip.

[runner-owen]

WIP: Farewell Vesperos

One sentence synopsis: in a Victorian inspired world of eternal night, a pious transman is ordered by a vampire hunting prince to find a killer

Vibes: flickering candlelight, dusty furniture, mysterious noises in the dark, blood pooling on wooden floors, black feathers, wicked grins, leather gloves, old lockets, paintings hidden by shadows, disembodied footsteps, faded ballrooms, messages carved into walls

Comp Titles: Dracula meets Anastasia

Features: intelligent, compassionate, autistic protagonist - gay villainous love triangle - evil vampire hunters and vampires - lost heirs - class differences - goddess worship - diverse cast - queer accepting society -

Characters:

Owen Rosedown

Prince Aurum Von Domini

The Scarred Man

Lawrence Rhyne

Caroline Asphodel

Locke Hepatica

Nora Brassman

Father Gideon Valentine

Reds

The Goddess

[eventually you'll be able to click names to see information on them!]

Playlist:

Phantasmagoria - Ashbury Heights

Flashback - The Birthday Massacre

Once Upon a December - Invadable Harmony

Nothing's Impossible - Depeche Mode

Undying Love - Nox Arcana

BONUS: Feral's Keep, a serialized dark erotica au of the main timeline

More to come

[edeyess]

Scion of the Cliffbreakers, Heir of House Sunstone

Episode 17 of FHJY // wyrmwright // True Blue, Boygenius // Episode 17 of FHJY // Raw Sunstone // Raw Light of the Sun III, Cristina Perneta // Episode 17 of FHJY // Dracula, dir. Patrick Lussier // Under My Skin, Jukebox the Ghost // Eagle Creek Fire, GothamGreenMan // Night Pedestrians, Mikhail Yudovsky // Cop Car, Mitski // Black Cavalier, Diego Iaconfcic

[yazzznot]

I'm writing a small vampire AU. I love this kind of thing.

Here's a sketch for now.

Briefly about this AU.

Nathan Prescott is a member of a large Vampire dynasty, and is the direct heir of Sean Prescott (in this story, Sean is some kind of Dracula analogue, just the head of this vampire dynasty or something like that). Everything would be fine, but Nathan is afraid of blood: the mere sight of blood makes him nervous, not to mention the taste. His father is clearly unhappy about this.

Warren Graham is a normal person who Nathan tried to attack to overcome his fear, once night. In his (Nathan) opinion, which was transmitted to him by his parent, he cannot be considered a vampire completely if he cannot hunt people. Did this method work? Nope. He takes one bite and immediately realizes he's about to throw up. Nathan doesn't drink a drop before pulling away. And the victim turned out to be talkative instead of running away from there. A strange conversation ensues after the failed attack, and Warren will be the one to initiate this conversation. Something like:

— Wow, I thought I was going to die today..

— Well, you're lucky. I decided not to kill you, now go away!

— You're seriously not going to, like... drink my blood until I'm exhausted?

— Ugh, no! Why do you ask? Why are you still here?!

— I'm just.. curious?

— You are a strange person...

— You are a strange vampire.

In fact, there should have been a lot of details here. It's impossible to say something in two words, but I tried. I will try to depict it for you. lol

I'm not English, there won't be a fanfic in English. But I will post pictures. It's not that interesting AU, it's trivial. But.. I like it. Wait in color.