1920s Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

The tranquil setting vanished, replaced by a scene of vulnerability as I lay upon the bed, a chilling knife positioned menacingly against my throat. Hovering above me, her presence filled with malicious intent, was Lady Catherine, her sharp dagger poised to rend my flesh apart with a single swift motion. As her menacing gaze fixed upon me, my eyes widened in disbelief. Lady Catherine's once-normal features seemed to distort, her fangs elongating into the hungered visage of the most voracious vampire I had ever encountered. Within mere seconds, the room was infiltrated by the arrival of two shadowy figures, their hands gripping indistinct sharp objects, rendered blurry by the veil of darkness

cried Merrine, cradling her daughter's lifeless body. There was an ancient curse that plagued vampire families. It dated back thousands of years, to the time when vampires were still ruthless rulers of the Elite society. According to legend, one of their ancestors had slaughtered a poor family of witches—a mother, father, and their twin children—who had wandered onto their vineyard in search of food during the Great Depression era.

I still felt the grasping hands emerging in my dreams were too real. Sol's hands froze at my side for a moment before they rested on my legs. I didn't move away from his touch. I watched as his thumb rubbed my leg gently in slow motions as he spoke. "I have to admit that I have had very few daymares until recently." A deep frown settled on my face as I registered his words. A 365- or 366-year-old vampire didn't have dreams. It seemed like a tormented thing. "What was your nightmare about?" he eventually asked. I shook my head as I sighed deeply. I turned my eyes from him to the open window on my right side. The sun was just setting coming up.

“We were all strong Gabriel, even as children. Before long we fixed up the house and grew crops. I began trading them for horses and necessities, pretending that I was learning the ropes for my family. Decades passed and we never heard what happened to the other group, whether they made it to the United Kingdom. But we did know that years later Bubonic Plague ravaged Europe. If the vampires from our clans were there and still feeding on human blood, they would not have survived.” “So, you never found out if Lord Byron really met a vampire or if it was all just fiction?” “Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like th

Maximus demanded "Two years ago I turned a girl. Not intentionally but that's another story. When she rose as a vampire her eyes were not black, nor red, but blue. Shortly after we discovered she is also kinetic-" .

She sighed longed and exhale, her gaze constantly looking outside the veranda like her eyes were digging through something in the sky, a night where only the stars were glowing in their place but no moon. "Dad used to recite me the history when I was a small child. A history about the war between vampires and werewolves. He said they barely stand each other. My memories are vague about it as it was long before and I merely remember what he said. " "All he used to tell me was war history so grandma used to snatch me from Dad whenever he told me disturbing history. She believed I may get bad influence or get mentally disturbed and unhealthy if he tells me the violent history of war. I was just

Alden was just a beast in human form. Damien was a vampire. One of the most famous and feared vampires in his world. He has been roaming the face of the earth longer than any other vampire ever has. Most vampires never cross a hundred and fifty years, but Damien already succeeded two hundred and fifty years Sounds like a blessing, right? It's all unicorns and rainbows until the reality of life hits you. He watched his family and friends pass away. The same meaningless drama, the same cycle, it bored him to death. Damien had searched far and beyond as to why he hasn't advanced into the afterlife and how he could end his pathetic life

She had a sweet melodious voice, was she a singer? "Yes , I feel the connection but how do you feel the connection, what exactly are you?" Alaric looked around to ensure they were out of hearing ears. "I'm a vampire. You're a werewolf I assume?" 'A Vampire! A vampire!!Vampires exist?! How come she didn't know about this, does her father know? Vampires only existed in myths and were known to exist even before werewolves. Wait a minute , how old could he be? Andra kept thinking.

Resa called out to her but got no reply. "Ariel?" Resa said shaking her this time "How?" Ariel asked and Resa answered "We can't really control or change what we are meant to be Ariel" "What do you mean by we?" Ariel said glaring at the woman beside her "Ohhh Ariel...I'm a vampire and since your mother was a witch, you are one too" Resa said and Ariel looked frustrated and worked up.

I began to narrate, while he listened: "Teddy was only ten years old when his mother and father were murdered by the dreaded ancient vampire, Mura who was 2000 years old. The vampire prefers to feed on The blood of little kids, then human athans. When Mura invaded their home that day, in the middle of the night, she requested that they should hand over their children in exchange for their own life. Teddy's parents refused to yield to Mura's demand. They refused to show her where their children were hidden. They had gotten a piece of information about the activities of the vampire lately, in the village. Therefore, they had prepared for her if she shows up. The old vampire got angry and kill