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Dracula Arisen
The Legend Of Dracula - Book 3
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-180-3
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Supernatural/Horror
eBook Length: 246 Pages
Published: June 2014

From inside the flap

All know Dracula as the king of the vampires. But how did this come to be? How did a man, a warlord of an obscure province, rise to rule the Night?

DRACULA ARISEN answers that question, showing the origin of Dracula, beginning with the young Prince Vlad, detailing his rebellion against the Sultan, and his reanimation as a creature of the Night—only to find himself a slave to the wizard who drew him forth. After turning the tables on his would-be master, Vlad Dracula strikes out to build his Empire of the Night. These fifteen stories lead up to the climactic events of Bram Stoker’s novel, “Dracula”. And beyond.

Forget wimpy, apologetic vampires, afraid to draw blood. DRACULA ARISEN makes vampires scary again!

Dracula Arisen (Excerpt)


A castle is a fortress. As such, it never greets visitors, it warns them. But the youth who rode up to its gates was not afraid. Who would be afraid of a castle built of stone after the things he experienced in his seventeen years?

In the aftermath of the military disasters at Varna and Kosovo, Vlad III, the deposed boy prince of Walachia, sought sanctuary in Moldavia. There, if the forbidding Castle Ecsed on Lake Patok did not welcome him, then his kinsman, Prince Bathory Istvan, did.

"Vlad, it is good to see thee," said Prince Bathory, with his hands on the other youth's shoulders.

"And thou as well, Istvan," said the wild-eyed Prince Vlad. Istvan wondered if he was always so feral, or did he become so after his imprisonment at the hands of the Sultan. Yet young Vlad had seen the ways of the Turks from inside their prisons and their harems, and Istvan came to value his assessments.

"Come in, Vlad. Warm thyself by the fire and I'll have food brought to thee. What brings thee here, this time of year?"

Over a cold chicken and wine, Prince Vlad discussed the military situation with Prince Istvan.

"Istvan, spies tell me the Sultan is on the move once more," said Vlad, "he has moved four more divisions of Janissaries from Anatolia into the Balkans. Walachia and Moldavia alone stand in his way, and we must act. We now face the largest and best trained army in Europe. Thus I seek thy aid, cousin."

"Our options appeared few and unpalatable. Lick the sultan's wick or slit our own throats. The Turks turn our own children against us and make them Janissaries. Even if the Hungarians and Austrians united, their forces would not outnumber the Sultan's armies."

"There are many ways to fight, Istvan."

"Yes? But how?" Istvan declared, "We have no power against the Turks. Our soldiers can not match the ferocity of the Janissaries."

Vlad stared at him fiercely. "O Quam misericors est Deus, iustus et pius," he said.

Istvan raised an eyebrow. The two youths were friends as had been their late fathers, and like their fathers, both shared membership in the Society of the Dragon. Both understood the true purpose hidden behind the motto of the society.

"The Serpent always has power," Vlad reminded him, "When force of arms fails, the subtly of the Serpent will prevaileth."

Istvan picked up the clue. "I am a Bathory. All members of my family know well the power of the Great Serpent. Indeed, from ancient times we Bathorys were invested in the cult of the worship of the great dragon of the Carpathians, and our crest bears the three fangs of the dragon. What dost thou propose?"

"The Scholomance of the Zgrimintes," Vlad answered.

Istvan, who was a brave and bloodied youth, blanched at the thought. "Our fathers attended the Scholomance, Vlad, but none other hath been held since. It is an unchristian thing. Surely there is a better way, a safer way."

Vlad ignored him. "Hast thou heard that Merlin the wizard of Camelot studied magic in Prague?"

"Yes. What of it?"

"Tis not true. He came to Transylvania in his youth to attend the Scholomance and learn of the Great Dragon of the Dacians. When Camelot fell, he returned and is buried hereabouts, either in Moldavia or at Castle Bran."

"Truly thou hast studied well since last we met, cousin. But why was Merlin not buried in England?"

"I know not; maybe to be closer to his father, the Devil. Besides, Merlin is not dead, but sleeps."

"So... " Istvan pondered, "Thou propose to dig up Merlin and compel him to teach thee magic?"

"Bah! Forget Merlin. The greater power is he who taught Merlin."

"Who be that?"

"Satan, the Elder Serpent."