However, the character is actually the brainchild of Irish author Bram Stoker. His novel, which portrays the character of this vampire soul, is also called Dracula. The novel was written in and is the reason for Bram Stoker's fame.
Due to the public popularity of Dracula, many authors have presented their own creations on this character, as we mentioned that children read many stories of Dracula at an early age. However, the creativity of each author is different from the other, which is why when we read the Urdu translation of the novel Dracula by Bram Stoker, we realized that despite reading many stories about Dracula, the fun and enjoyment is real. The imagination of the creator is in reading, not in anyone else.
In other words, the original is the original. We are grateful to Mazhar-ul-Haq Alvi for translating the original novel into Urdu. The boxes contain dirt made sacred by his family, and he can only survive if he sleeps in them during the day. They eventually trap the Count, but he then escapes. However, before leaving England, Dracula attacks Mina three times and swears to get back at them through her. This leaves Mina cursed with vampirism and manages to change her, but does not make her a complete vampire.
Van Helsing tries to bless Mina by prayers and placing a sacramental wafer on her forehead, which burns her and leaves a bad scar. One of the patients treated by Dr. One dawn, Van Helsing hypnotizes Mina and finds out that the Count is at sea and they need to follow him to the castle. Afraid, Mina tells them not to tell her what they are planning because Dracula might be listening.
They are surrounded by wolves in that deserted country. Van Helsing draws in the snow a circle with a crucifix and this way the travelers can rest in safety inside the magic fencing.
The following morning, they pass by a cart that was transporting a black box, the only box that had not been sterilized with holy water by them. Van Helsing and Mina turn the castle uninhabitable for vampires by killing the three female undead and placing holy wafer all over. They then join the others, and together they overcome the gypsy drivers and force open the lid of the coffin of the Count, who was planning to flee back to Transylvania in order to rest and get strength for a new attack.
During the fight against the cart drivers, Quincey gets a mortal wound. When the sun starts to set, Jonathan and Quincey put a stake in the heart of the dead body. The vampire ceases to exist and Mina is freed from her vampirism curse. He is the Count of Transylvania after whom Stoker named the book. Even if he is seen only on a few of the four hundred pages of this Gothic novel, his presence can constantly be felt throughout the entire work. Count Dracula also has an amazing vitality, as can be seen, every time that he comes into sight in a difficult situation.
Jonathan Harker is a young Englishman, a solicitor sent to Transylvania to complete the transfer of properties in England to the Count. Harker is engaged to Mina Murray, who is a young schoolmistress. She is young, and works as an assistant schoolmistress. She does not have parents and later becomes Mina Harker, helping the team to track down Count Dracula. His is engaged to Lucy and joins the team to track down and exterminate Dracula.
He is a determined and intelligent man. Quincey P. Abraham Van Helsing is an M. It was within a few minutes of midnight. This gave me a sort of shock, for I suppose the general superstition about midnight was increased by my recent experiences.
I waited with a sick feeling of suspense. Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
At the first howl the horses began to strain and rear, but the driver spoke to them soothingly, and they quieted down, but shivered and sweated as though after a runaway from sudden fright. Then, far off in the distance, from the mountains on each side of us began a louder and a sharper howling, that of wolves, which affected both the horses and myself in the same way.
For I was minded to jump from the caleche and run, whilst they reared again and plunged madly, so that the driver had to use all his great strength to keep them from bolting.
In a few minutes, however, my own ears got accustomed to the sound, and the horses so far became quiet that the driver was able to descend and to stand before them. He petted and soothed them, and whispered something in their ears, as I have heard of horse-tamers doing, and with extraordinary effect, for under his caresses they became quite manageable again, though they still trembled.
The driver again took his seat, and shaking his reins, started off at a great pace. This time, after going to the far side or the Pass, he suddenly turned down a narrow roadway which ran sharply to the right.
Soon we were hemmed in with trees, which in places arched right over the roadway till we passed as through a tunnel. And again great frowning rocks guarded us boldly on either side.
Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept along. It grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanket.
The keen wind still carried the howling of the dogs, though this grew fainter as we went on our way. The baying of the wolves sounded nearer and nearer, as though they were closing round on us from every side.
I grew dreadfully afraid, and the horses shared my fear. The driver, however, was not in the least disturbed. He kept turning his head to left and right, but I could not see anything through the darkness.
Suddenly, away on our left I saw a fain flickering blue flame. The driver saw it at the same moment. He at once checked the horses, and, jumping to the ground, disappeared into the darkness. I did not know what to do, the less as the howling of the wolves grew closer. But while I wondered, the driver suddenly appeared again, and without a word took his seat, and we resumed our journey. I think I must have fallen asleep and kept dreaming of the incident, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare.
He went rapidly to where the blue flame arose, it must have been very faint, for it did not seem to illumine the place around it at all, and gathering a few stones, formed them into some device.
Once there appeared a strange optical effect. When he stood between me and the flame he did not obstruct it, for I could see its ghostly flicker all the same. This startled me, but as the effect was only momentary, I took it that my eyes deceived me straining through the darkness.
Then for a time there were no blue flames, and we sped onwards through the gloom, with the howling of the wolves around us, as though they were following in a moving circle. At last there came a time when the driver went further afield than he had yet gone, and during his absence, the horses began to tremble worse than ever and to snort and scream with fright. I could not see any cause for it, for the howling of the wolves had ceased altogether.
But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence which held them than even when they howled. For myself, I felt a sort of paralysis of fear.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import. All at once the wolves began to howl as though the moonlight had had some peculiar effect on them. The horses jumped about and reared, and looked helplessly round with eyes that rolled in a way painful to see. But the living ring of terror encompassed them on every side, and they had perforce to remain within it. I called to the coachman to come, for it seemed to me that our only chance was to try to break out through the ring and to aid his approach, I shouted and beat the side of the caleche, hoping by the noise to scare the wolves from the side, so as to give him a chance of reaching the trap.
How he came there, I know not, but I heard his voice raised in a tone of imperious command, and looking towards the sound, saw him stand in the roadway. As he swept his long arms, as though brushing aside some impalpable obstacle, the wolves fell back and back further still. Just then a heavy cloud passed across the face of the moon, so that we were again in darkness. When I could see again the driver was climbing into the caleche, and the wolves disappeared.
This was all so strange and uncanny that a dreadful fear came upon me, and I was afraid to speak or move. The time seemed interminable as we swept on our way, now in almost complete darkness, for the rolling clouds obscured the moon.
We kept on ascending, with occasional periods of quick descent, but in the main always ascending. Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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