Vlad Tepes Quotes

Eric followed Vlad Tepes’s stubby finger, identifying me as the future Happy Meal. Then he stared at Dracula, looking up from his kneeling position. I couldn’t read his face at all, and I felt a stirring of fear. What would Charlie Brown have done if the Great Pumpkin wanted to eat the little red-haired girl?

Dracula —” He paused. “Dracula—Vlad Tepes—is still alive.

I became an historian in order to preserve my own history forever- Dracula.

Larissa's father was Vlad Dracul? Vlad Tepes? Vlad the fucking Impaler?" Tepes translated meant "the Impaler," something Connor clearly knew. "Yeah." Surprising him, Connor let out a loud laugh. "Man I bet her family just loved that she mated with a shifter." A weight on Aiden's chest lifted at his Alpha's reaction. "You have no idea.

Vladimir Putin had once been known as Vlad Tepes, or Vlad the Impaler, the inspiration for Dracula. And that he had also, in fact, been Grigori Rasputin before the Russian Revolution of 1917.

W ere you aware,’ began Lord Ruthven, ‘that there are people in these isles whose sole objection to the marriage of our dear Queen – Victoria Regina, Empress of India, et cetera – to Vlad Dracula – known as Tepes, quondam Prince of Wallachia – is that the happy bridegroom happened once to be, in a fashion I shan’t pretend to understand, a Roman Catholic?

Privindu-l pe cronicar, mila îmi creştea în suflet din nou, rămuroasă, deasă şi înfiorată ca un tufiş fabulos, înfigându-şi rădăcinile prin străfundurile întunecate ale amintirilor mele, prin acele straturi uitate, de omeneşti datorii, până în mâlurile lunecoase ale neputinţei şi resemnării, vârstate cu fluturii şi şerpii de lumină ai îndurării şi ruşinii.

Fara indoiala, Vlad Dracul va fi purtat mereu in jurul gatului colanul de aur al ordinului cruciat de care facea parte. Dragonul de pe pieptul lui a impresionat negresit imaginatia contemporanilor, care i-au faurit supranumele ,,Draculea", intalnit intaia oara in corespondenta dusmanului sau, marele boier Albul. In orice caz, la origine, dragonului voievodului Vlad, tatal lui Tepes, nu a fost <>, cum s-a afirmat recent. Cuvantul slav ,,draku" se traduce de fapt prin : sarpe, balaur, zmeu, iar cel latin ,,draco" tot prin balaur. Era tocmai intruchiparea plastica de pe blazonul Ordinului Dragonului, asa cum o vedeau romanii. Forma romaneasca ,,Draculea" este echivalenta numai si numai in acest sens. [...] Numele ,,Dracula'' constituie aproape SINGURUL ELEMENT COMUN legendei din a doua jumatate a secolului XV si celei nascute la sfarsitul secolulu XIX, de sub pana scriitorului irlandez Bram Stoker. Acesta insa, cum se va vedea, a preferat sa-i accentueze valentele simbolice ale raului.

He’s not happy with the new bartender. He thinks there are not enough bottles of the blood the count is said to prefer, according to an interview in American Vampire.” I tried to imagine Vlad Tepes, impaler of so many of his own countrymen, chatting with a reporter. I sure wouldn’t want to be the one holding the pad and pencil. “What brand would that be?” I scrambled to catch up with the conversation. “The Prince of Darkness is said to prefer Royalty.” “Ew.” Why was I not surprised? Royalty was a very, very rare bottled blood. I’d thought the brand was only a rumor until now. Royalty consisted of part synthetic blood and part real blood—the blood of, you guessed it, people of title. Before you go thinking of enterprising vamps ambushing that cute Prince William, let me reassure you. There were plenty of minor royals in Europe who were glad to give blood for an astronomical sum.

Maybe the human race hasn’t evolved to where we should be by now,” I conceded. “However, the level of cruelty demonstrated by Nazi Germany was unprecedented. Not even your protégé, Vlad Tepes, could top the barbaric and systematic removal of one’s enemies like Hitler and his cohorts set out to do. And, if the Germans had won the war, by now their unsustainable philosophy would have run its course and we would be fighting through an unfathomable anarchy—the likes the world has never seen.” Alistair

Alfonzo paused before he finally said the words she knew he dreaded to utter. “The King of Vampires. Vlad Tepes Dracula.

Vlad Tepes Dracula stood atop a building in the city of Boston, the barely born and fledgling city of the new nation that had made such a noise upon its arrival.

Death had come on crimson wings, and it had a name—Vlad Tepes Dracula.

I have had many names. To others, I am most recently Count Vlad Tepes Dracula.” He swept one arm in front of his waist and bowed deep. She did not miss that his fingernails were long, sharpened points, like claws. He straightened slowly, red eyes catching the firelight and flashing dangerously. “But to you, Miss Parker, I would be only Vlad.

She took a step back and pointed the gun now squarely not at Jonathan Harker… But at Vlad Tepes Dracula.

NEVER IN the history of man had one barbeque been so torturous. There’d been other feasts that ranked up there in the crimes against civilization—any dinner invitation from Vlad Tepes came to mind—but sitting at a picnic table groaning with food while directly across of Ichiro Tokugawa sucking on a rib bone had to qualify for at least waterboarding, if not bamboo slivers under his fingernails.