I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

Smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and a light mist spread through the air.

The morning in the Village brought a rich, lively atmosphere to the surrounding green primeval forest, forming a peaceful and harmonious natural scene.

There was no trace that this was a mountain village that had lived under the threat of werewolves for generations.

"Brother Vlad, are you leaving today?" Valerie asked reluctantly.

"Yes. I still have things to take care of, so I can't stay," Vlad replied, gently rubbing her forehead.

"Oh…" Valerie's disappointment was obvious.

Even though they had only spent a day together, Vlad had clearly made a strong impression on her.

Seeing her lower her head and pout, Vlad leaned in slightly and whispered in her ear:

"Brother Vlad will come back one day. Valerie, would you be willing to wait for me?"

Valerie's eyes widened. She looked up at him, covering her mouth in disbelief.

The girl had no resistance to what was practically a confession of love.

"I… I…" She was flustered and confused.

"Don't want to?" Vlad asked with a teasing smile.

In her daze, Valerie didn't notice the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"It's okay. No need to answer," Vlad said, cutting her off.

"If anything happens, you can go to Verona for help," he added, turning to Suzette and Lucie, who had come to see him off.

Without another word, Vlad turned and left the village with Verona.

He didn't concern himself with Valerie's hesitation or the others' reluctance to see him go.

As he walked away, Little Red Riding Hood—Valerie—sank into guilt and regret.

Just as she finally gathered the courage to run after him, she realized that Vlad and Verona had already vanished.

His flirtatious departure had left an indelible mark on her heart.

Years later, she would still be haunted by what happened that day, never forgetting it.

The Capital of Transylvania.

At this moment, the Ottoman army was preparing to depart.

Inside the palace, Vlad stood pale-faced, staring at the five vampire guards who had just completed their transformation by drinking his blood.

"Counting Suzette and her daughter, there are only seven people."

"It seems my plan to mass-produce vampires in a short time won't work," Vlad thought to himself, feeling waves of weakness rolling through his body.

Blood could be replenished easily, but the virus within it—the one that transformed humans into vampires—took time to regenerate.

With his current reserves, he could transform a maximum of ten people at once.

But doing so left his body weakened, and in his world, weakness was a fatal flaw.

By comparison, Verona and the others—who were not as strong as him—could probably only transform five or six people at most, about one-third of what he could handle.

The bold, aggressive plan he had originally envisioned had fallen apart before it could even begin.

"What if I diluted the virus?" Vlad suddenly thought.

He acted on the idea immediately and ordered the guards to bring a few prisoners from the dungeon.

"Master, are you alright?" Verona asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious. From now on, I'm leaving this place under your care," Vlad replied.

"Don't worry, Master. I'll turn this place into a stronghold that belongs only to us," Verona promised sweetly.

"Good," Vlad nodded. "Transylvania's terrain is unique, and its dark aura is incredibly strong. There must be many extraordinary dark creatures hidden in these lands.

It won't be easy to gather them all, but I'm leaving these men to assist you."

"As my first and currently only vampire bride, I'm placing great hopes on you."

Hearing the word bride whispered so casually, Verona's eyes lit up. She raised her head and trembled with excitement.

The term made her realize just how special she was in Vlad's eyes.

Seeing her overjoyed, Vlad gently reached out and tried to calm her down.

Realizing she had lost her composure, Verona blushed with embarrassment.

She wasn't normally like this. But whenever she was with Vlad, she found herself falling into uncontrollable emotions.

Sometimes, she even wondered if something was wrong with her.

Vlad had noticed this, too. Though Verona appeared calm and dignified, she exuded a strange allure.

But from what he had seen of her past behavior, she was clearly suffering from late-stage romantic obsession.

Not that Vlad minded—in fact, he welcomed it.

Just then, the guard outside the palace announced, "Sir, the prisoners have been brought."

"Bring them in."

Vlad placed the diluted blood in front of the five prisoners and instructed them to drink.

Moments later, agonized wails echoed through the hall.

Their skin writhed, black and purple veins bulged across their bodies, and sharp fangs began to sprout from their mouths.

Within moments, the transformation was complete. The five prisoners stood, eyes glowing red, growling like beasts ready to tear someone apart.

"They don't seem very bright…" Vlad muttered, circling the newly transformed vampires.

Their eyes were dull, their minds blank. They growled and snarled mindlessly like wild animals.

Then a strange thought hit him.

"Wait… Why do they look so familiar?"

Watching them continue to act like hyperactive maniacs even under his blood's suppression, Vlad turned to one of the vampire guards.

"Test their capabilities."

As soon as Vlad released the suppression, the five prisoners lunged like rabid animals, attacking the guards with ferocious hunger.

"This... isn't this just a zombie apocalypse?" Vlad said, wide-eyed.

Verona and the others turned toward him, confused by his words.

But before they could fully turn to watch the fight—it was already over.

"Master, they were way too weak," Verona said, annoyed.

"No combat awareness at all. They just rushed in like idiots. What use are they?" she scoffed.

The vampire guard, who had just finished the fight, was equally stunned.

He had expected a real battle and didn't hold back.

Now he wasn't sure—was he too strong, or were they just hopelessly weak?

The guard stared at his hands in disbelief.

Seeing the five zombies taken down in an instant, Vlad shook his head and sighed in disappointment.

"This is just ridiculous."

"Wait—Master! They're not dead yet!" Verona exclaimed suddenly.

"Their vitality is shockingly strong."

She looked at the groaning prisoners on the ground in surprise.