A simple smutty fanfic, imperfections yes, but wanted to upload it despite it. The woman is an oc of mine x Dracila from the hammer horror fandom.

After Dracula's dead, Mina decides to discover the truth about the origin of her current dreams.

After moving to the new world, Vladimir Dracula tries to live a normal life among humans. Something happens one night during a storm, something that could change his immortal life.

Dracula : Animal behind the mask Few names have solid more terror into the human heart than Dracula. The legendary vampire, created by way of author Bram Stoker in his 1897 novel of the same call, has inspired countless horror movies, television suggests and other bloodcurdling testimonies of vampires. Though Dracula is a in basic terms which is assumed to be a fictional creation, Stoker named his infamous individual after a real man or woman who came about to have a taste for blood: Vlad the III, Prince of Wallachia or - as he is better known - Vlad the Impaler. The morbid nickname is a testomony to the Wallachian prince's favorite way of shelling out together with his enemies. But apart from having the same name, the 2 Draculas don't actually have a great deal in not unusual, in step with historians who've studied the link among Stoker's vampire rely and Vlad III.

Count Dracula x Reader ___________________________________ Y/n L/n, a young girl tangled in a web of unearthly mysteries, is no stranger to the chilling presence of Dracula. Two years ago, she believed she had witnessed the final chapter of his story as Dracula's Manor went up in flames. Yet, to her dismay, he has emerged from the ashes of the inferno, challenging her perception of reality. Y/n's life took an unexpected turn when she relocated to Greece after her father's demise under mysterious circumstances. Now, with her best friends Arthur and Harker back in Britain and the enigmatic whereabouts of Van Helsing, Y/n finds herself standing on the precipice of an unknown fate.

Count Dracula x Female Reader In a captivating tale of dark enchantment and forbidden love, we meet Y/n, the daughter of a respected high priest. Little did she know that her life would soon take an unexpected turn. When a mysterious man named Vladimir Drakul sought shelter in their humble abode, they welcomed him with open arms, oblivious to his true identity Count Dracula. As the days passed, an unusual bond began to form between Y/n and the enigmatic stranger. However, this newfound affection would soon become a dangerous threat, as Count Dracula revealed his sinister intentions, v Y/n's beloved parents, unless she accompanies him to the mysterious land of Transylvania

We have all heard of the legendary Dracula. His evil and fear that spread through London. The bitten desire for blood but also for his love. How is it possible to be so cruel and yet be able to love? You can say there are two versions of Dracula Vlad the impaler, the bloodthirsty vampire doing the devils work and the grieving widower longing for his wife Elizabetha. So when the beautiful Mina Murray enters his life as the reincarnation of his wife he sees his second chance of love. After all what is 400 years apart when you have eternal love?

A love long lost. An eternal burden of memories and longing. Yet the soul, ever true to its vow, dares to defy time itself to love again.

From the shadows of history and the depths of passion, A Love Tale reimagines the timeless world of Bram Stoker's Dracula, weaving together the dark elegance of the 1992 film and the modern intensity of Dracula: A Love Tale (2025). This story is told through the eyes of Mina Murray, her dreams, her fears, her desires. It reveals the journey of a woman caught between the ordinary world and the eternal embrace of her ancient lover, the Prince of Darkness himself. As a devoted fan of vampirism, I have long found inspiration in Dracula, not only as my favourite story and character but as a muse that fuels every word of this tale. In A Love Tale, Mina's story unfolds with unprecedented intimacy, exploring her heart, her longing, and the unyielding power of a love that has waited centuries. To all of us hopeless romantics: may we, too, find a love that would wait 400 years, unshaken, eternal, and worth every heartbeat.

I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely different bodies, different times and I will love you in all of this. Until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion. 400 years, 4 centuries he yearned. A DREADFUL CONCERN SWAMPED THE DOCTOR'S FACE, IN THE CHAMBER OF HIS MIND HE CLUNG TO HOPE, FRAGILE HOPE THAT THIS WAS A CRUEL DREAM, A NIGHTMARE BORN FROM EXHAUSTION.-Any moment, he would wake slumped over his desk, the pale light of dawn creeping through windows, a piece of paper pressed humiliatingly to his cheek after another night of long strenuous research. But alas. "For eternity, my Prince" ©️copyright claim.