“I am Dracula, lord of the Undead and king of the vampires.  But a king requires a queen.  Or three.”


You’ve read Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”.  Now see how Dracula assembled the most elegant and seductive noblewomen for his entourage.  As the latest part of THE LEGEND OF DRACULA trilogy, this book contains thirteen short stories about the infamous Count and the famous vampire ladies whom no man could resist: Lady Katya! Countess Elizabeth Báthory! Countess Mircalla Karnstein! Lady Lenore! Countess Ulrica Dolingen! and more!


Forget wimpy vampires afraid to draw blood.  Vampires are scary again!



For thousands of years, European vampires were mostly bestial, ravening brutes, tearing out throats and hiding in moldering graveyards. But upon his coming, Dracula established a new bloodline, those of noble bearing and ruling temperament.


In this book you will meet the women who loved Dracula--forever!  See the stories of Countess Elizabeth Báthory, Carmilla Karnstein, Lenore, Countess Dolingen, and others.  These women will love you to death!


You will meet the many brides of Dracula—those seductive, inhuman beauties who serve him to spread his unnatural dominion. You will feel their crimson lips gliding softly across your skin, softer than a summer’s breeze. You will feel their fangs pierce your throat.




("Brides of Dracula" is) a romp--or rather a flap of wings--through the centuries as Vlad shows us "How to Amass a Vampiric Harem, and Keep Them Happy" Having secured his place by decimating most of the rival vampires as well as those refusing to bow down to Strigoica's appointing him their leader, Vlad now sets about replenishing Undead stock with that of a better lineage, and he does it by dropping names through the centuries. I truly believe every literary and cinematic vampire in existence has found a place in this novel, from Carmilla Karnstein to Blacula to Barnabas Collins.

Tony-Paul de Vissage,

Author of "Vampires Are Forever" and the "Second Species" series


As a connoisseur of Vampire horror, in particular, Victorian/Gothic vampire tales, I was thrilled to read Perry Lake’s BRIDES OF DRACULA (Part II of THE LEGEND OF DRACULA). . .  With an array of historical, mythological and legendary characters such as Mephistopheles, Dr Faustus, Jack the Ripper, the notorious Erzsébet Báthory amongst a few, Lake weaves a mesmerising story of cold brutality, gut-wrenching violence, depravity and intrigue in Count Draculea’s world of the undead.

Nuzo Onoh

Author of "Unhallowed Graves" and "The Reluctant Dead"


Excerpt from "BRIDES OF DRACULA"


The Soiree


The evenings, whenever possible, were spent at dinner parties and at the theater in Gratz. Young gentlemen stood in line for the chance to dance with the lovely Mircalla. At one of these dances, Elisabeth, speaking discretely from behind her fan, asked Mircalla to ponder a certain respectable elderly grande dame, late of Vienna.


“She was a great beauty fifty years gone,” said Elisabeth, “All Vienna toasted her beauty in those days, even as Gratz toasts your beauty now.”


Mircalla looked at the old ruin of a woman across the room, and did little to hide her repulsion. The hag was perhaps made more grotesque because her ruined beauty was still barely visible under all the wrinkles and age spots. Elisabeth saw an opening.


“Look at her, Mircalla. That is your future.”


Mircalla gasped. “Cousin Elisabeth, why do you torment me so?”


“If it is torment, it is given only for thine own good, my child. I show you this only so that you will know there is an alternative… if you are willing.”


“Madame, there is but one alternative to old age and that is death.”


Elisabeth smiled ever so slightly. “True, my clever girl, but there are divers kinds of death. If you are willing to embrace the right one, you may surpass Death.”


“Impossible. Really? You know this for the truth?”


“Indeed, my love. I know it well.”


Here the Countess Drago moved the Countess Karnstein to an empty balcony overlooking the old city and there finished speaking.


“The old woman there is dearer to me than you might think for she is family. In truth, she is my granddaughter.”


Mircalla’s emotions fought between shock and laughter and fear.  Elisabeth, though older, could only be the grandmother of a toddler.


“I once offered her the same secret I possess,” Elisabeth continued, “but she was superstitious and afraid. Ha! Look at her now. But you are not afraid, dearest Mircalla. I will share with you my secrets if you will but allow me.


“You see, I am, in truth, Countess Báthory Erzsébet of Csejthe in Hungary.”


Mircalla took a moment to ponder this fact. “…The Tigress of Csejthe? The Báthorys have tried to hide her story, but father told me of it. She bathed in the blood of virgins so as to gain…” And then she realized. “…immortality.”


The older Countess looked annoyed for the first time. “Dear child, one does not bathe in blood to achieve life everlasting. Blood quickly becomes sticky and draws flies. Besides, one would have to string up a score of maidens and bleed them dry to fill a tub.


“No, one must take blood internally, but the blood must come from one who is already blessed with immortal blood.”


“Like yours?”




Mircalla once more looked through the balcony windows at the elderly woman within, whose smile was pleasant but whose eyes showed only the weariness of one whom King Death has overlooked too long.


“Tell me more,” Mircalla said.


Countess Elisabeth wet her red lips and smiled evilly. She moved closer to the girl and kissed her close to her ear, “I will show you, my darling. Tonight.”


In a delicate whisper she added, “…Leave your door unlocked.”


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Vampire movies, novel series like Anne Rice’s and Stephanie Meyer’s, most comics, and games like Vampire the Masquerade emphasize male vampires. However, in folklore, most vampires are female. In “Dracula” there is one male vampire and four females. This makes sense, since vampirism is about seduction. Simply put, women make better vampires than men—especially in the past when women were highly restricted in their roles. A male vampire, freshly turned in say A.D. 1600, would deplore his condition, saying, “Woe is me! I can’t go out in the sun! I can’t enter a church! I fear the sign of the Cross! Dude, I seriously can not handle garlic anymore!” A woman, however, would embrace her vampirism. For the first time in her “life” she would be free of the constraints of society. The vampiress is now powerful and able to indulge all her desires. And if a man tells her to act like a lady, the vampiress simply sinks her fangs in his throat and drains him.