I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

The bones all over his body writhed and trembled violently.

Thick black hair kept falling from his body, only to grow back rapidly.

In mere moments, the black giant wolf rose to its feet and transformed into a towering, upright werewolf.

As the transformation completed, a chaotic wave of dark energy surged through the cave.

The werewolf's aura grew significantly more powerful.

For the first time, Vlad—watching the black wolf complete its second transformation—wore a solemn expression.

He tossed aside the roasted sweet potato in his hand, frowned, and looked toward Verona, who was now struggling in battle and clearly being suppressed.

Though the werewolf's speed hadn't increased much, its instincts had become sharper and more lethal.

As a result, Verona, who had previously fought it on even footing, was now clearly on the back foot.

"Lure it out of the cave!" Vlad commanded.

The reminder snapped Verona back to her senses.

For a vampire who excelled in speed and agility, the cave's narrow confines severely restricted her performance.

Wasting no time, she transformed into a bat, deftly dodged the werewolf's attack, and flew out into the open.

"Awoooo~!!"

The werewolf roared in fury and leapt after her without hesitation.

In the forest, trees fell one after another. Although Verona still struggled to land any solid blows, she cleverly used the terrain to maintain distance and mitigate the werewolf's aggression.

She was no longer completely overwhelmed.

Time passed.

Bang~! A dull thud rang out—Verona slipped for a brief moment, and the werewolf instantly seized the opportunity, pouncing with full force and slamming her away.

Crack~!! Boom~!

With a deafening crash, a tree thick enough for three people to wrap their arms around was knocked over.

Blood trickled from the corner of Verona's lips—her injuries were clearly severe.

The werewolf charged again, closing the distance instantly. Verona, her body drained of strength, found herself unable to move.

As the foul breath of the werewolf washed over her, she saw strands of sticky saliva hanging from its sharp fangs, still stained with bits of flesh.

A flash of fear appeared in Verona's eyes.

Just as the fatal moment approached, Vlad—who had been silently observing from the shadows—finally made his move.

In an instant, when Verona thought her life was over, she noticed the giant wolf in front of her was halted in place, its fangs bared and claws slashing in frustration, unable to get any closer.

Realizing something, Verona's eyes lit up. She cried out, "Master!"

Relief and joy washed over her as she looked past the werewolf—and saw a familiar figure standing tall behind it.

A strong sense of safety filled her heart.

The werewolf, enraged at having its prey snatched away, let out an ear-splitting roar.

Before it could react, a tremendous force struck its tail.

Its vision spun, and a violent shock reverberated through its bones. Its limbs turned weak, and all strength left its body. It had no power to resist.

Verona's lips parted in awe. Watching her master unleash his power left her stunned.

She had always known he was strong, but she had never seen him this fearsome.

The terrifying werewolf that had pressured her so much now looked like a broken toy in Vlad's hands—completely overpowered and manhandled.

Bang! Bang!

With each slam, the werewolf let out pained howls.

The ground shook, dust filled the air, and in mere moments, the once-fearsome beast was reduced to a disoriented mess, doubting its own existence.

Bang!

With a final thud, Vlad threw the unconscious werewolf to the ground.

"So boring."

He looked at the fainted creature with disdain, casually brushing away strands of hair stuck to his hand.

The forest was now a mess. The ground was riddled with shallow craters and cracks, with fallen trees strewn everywhere—clear signs of the brutal clash that had taken place.

But for Vlad, the outcome was disappointing.

He had hoped the werewolf would push him, force him to test his own limits.

Yet it turned out to be pitifully weak.

Was he simply too strong? Or was the werewolf too fragile?

"Oh Master, you were amazing!" Verona gushed, her eyes sparkling.

She was still in awe. Vlad had never shown such brute force even when training her.

"Hmph. Don't slack off when we get back. Strengthen yourself quickly—so you can actually be of use to me," Vlad said, his gaze sharp.

"I'll work hard, Master," Verona responded seriously. Clearly, she understood that Vlad had expectations for her—and she didn't want to let him down.

As they spoke, two figures rushed through the trees, drawn by the earlier noise.

Verona looked up and saw two dark shadows fly down like bats from the sky. They landed gracefully, then shifted smoothly back into human form.

It was the mother and daughter—Suzette and Lucie—who had completed their transformation.

While their minds were still hazy during the process, they had heard Vlad's call. As soon as their transformation ended, they rushed over.

At first, the two were surprised by the changes in themselves.

But when they saw how their appearances had improved—their skin softer, more radiant and alluring than before—they felt only wonder.

Naturally, they had no complaints about becoming vampires. In fact, eternal youth was a delightful bonus.

"Vlad~"

"Brother Vlad."

The moment they arrived, both women eagerly clung to Vlad. Verona couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

Vlad lightly patted their hips, gave them a few reminders, then gestured to the unconscious figure nearby.

"Take a look—do you recognize him?"

It was only then that the two women looked around.

As they took in the ruined surroundings, a cry of shock suddenly rang out.

"Father!"

Lucie gasped, her eyes fixed on the tattered man lying on the ground.

The unconscious werewolf had reverted to human form after losing control.

"Why is he here?" Suzette quickly recovered and turned to Vlad with a questioning look.

Despite her lack of affection for her husband, Suzette still felt a tinge of guilt seeing him like this.

Vlad didn't respond.

Instead, Verona stepped in and explained what had happened.

"What? He was the werewolf?" Suzette exclaimed in disbelief.

Lucie was just as stunned.

"How... how could that be?"

Vlad gave Lucie a long, thoughtful look, then turned to Suzette.

At his signal, Suzette took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and followed Vlad to a quieter spot in the forest.

"Lucie... she's not your husband's daughter, is she?"

The words hit Suzette like a thunderclap, echoing in her ears.