1920s Vampire Novels & Stories

The dark energy slowly sipped out her skin albeit her lazy body language. It wasn’t good though. Samuel took a sneak glimpse at Shadow and instantly decided to continue. Any delay wouldn’t be appreciated by the fuming leader. The humans and the werewolves had also quieted down as they had already mastered the body language of their leaders. Silently, they waited for the next information. “50 years after that, around 150 years ago, the vampire was reported to drink human blood.” Samuel lifted his eyes, staring at the unconscious vampire lord. “Illegally.”

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of

It has been a week since Lara convinced her damn stubborn man. Finally, he agreed with a heavy heart. He needed time though to prepare himself for everything after all it wasn't an easy process. KYSON I am still reluctant to turn her. I am afraid to lose her. Lara is too innocent to experience this. Your life being sucked into the darkness as you feel hell pain through your body. I experienced that pain when I turned into my phase it hurts it does not matter that you are born a damn vampire. At first, I started as a normal boy until I reached five. It was sudden to feel pain and lost within seconds. I screamed and choked feeling canines growing and my body on fire.

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

I even saw pieces that appeared to be sculpted of real ivory. He sat in a wingchair with a huge back that reminded me of a throne. He crossed his legs and stared at me. "How long have you been a Vampire?" I asked, tearing my eyes from his sexy mouth. Could he tell the effect that he had on me? Damnit. I stared at him defiantly. Tony watched me for another second or two. "Since 1929." My eyes bulged. It was difficult to imagine that this man was nearly 100 years old!

Midnight, because apparently, sunlight is too much for our all-powerful mafia vampire overlords to handle. Figures. 'Back in the day,' vampires were nothing more than bedtime stories. At least, that's what my grandparents used to say. They always spoke of times when these hellish creatures were just whispers in the dark, figments of overactive imaginations and bad movie plots. Or so they liked to pretend 'back in the day.' When the prominent vampire families decided to step into the spotlight, it wasn't some grand revelation for improving human-vampire relations. It was because their little puppet show with the major mafia families in the early 1900s didn't quite cut it in the control depart

She hoped that she had not offended this vampire. "No offense at all," she replied, reading her thoughts again. "Our time is primitive in many technological ways that you are accustomed to. But we are, in other ways, more sophisticated than even your modern time. We are extremely knowledgeable, and scholarly, and books rule the day. A people of primitive means, maybe, but with a very sharp intellect. “More importantly, this is a crucial time for the vampire race. We stand at a crossroads here. You have arrived at the turn of the century for a reason.”

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.