1920s Vampire Novels & Stories

I became stronger than ever before, I was faster, I gained access to more gifts and I now had the power to create eternal life. I could be referred to as the first vampire but I now had no need for blood as I became stuck here in the purgatories for all, but I still occasionally indulge in bloodsucking. On the first walk in the mortal realm as king I encountered a woman, she was beautiful and pure but she was broken. I watched her from the shadows as she cried by a cluster of graves. She had lost her family, she had lost her husband, and she had lost all her children.

So I fired at him in response to his earlier comment, “I was just hoping to keep the the creepy stalker vibes off of me. I’m well aware that a little piece of black tourmaline won’t keep vampires away.” “So you know what I am then, mate?” I went a little slack jawed at that. Mate? I was his mate? “Witches don’t have mates,” I scoffed. “But vampires do,” he replied with a slick tone that said ‘I’m more clever than you.’ That got on my nerves a little bit. “We are not mates,” I said and turned to walk away. I needed a drink. And maybe a cigarette. And I definitely needed to consult the cards tonight.

But I only ever dismissed all of those as hearsay, some old lore people told for entertainment. And yet here was I, staring right into the eyes of a vampire. “Vampire…” was all that I managed to croak out despite the jungle of thoughts that swam through my head. He reached out a hand, and I watched in horror as he did so, until his knuckles gently grazed across my cheekbone. His smile widened, “Yes, indeed I am.”

I t was a young girl with flowing hair the color of the sun, and clear blue eyes, like the sky in autumn, calm and peaceful. Then suddenly, the thick ancient characters quickly retreated, burrowing into the wrists of the two people standing here, a human and a blood-sucking demon. Selina touched the mark on her wrist. The scarlet mark came to life, then the red disappeared, becoming a dreary black. Her pale skin highlights the image of a pair of tangerine swans. Selina looked at the mark on her hand in horror, and in the vampire's silver-gray eyes, there was an indescribable surprise.

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

She was starting to feel dizzy right now. Adrian looked at Alexis with a small smile on his face, then shook his head slowly. "Not really. In the beginning I became a vampire, yes, I did kill humans who have a good smell of blood. Most good people do have a good smell of blood. But everything changed when I realized that the vampire who turned me into a vampire killed my parents, in 1812. In the two years since I became a vampire, I've always tried not to make them suspicious about me being a vampire. But that night, I saw with my own two eyes, how scared they were in there, and I was a vampire who was still too weak to be able to help them. I'm not as strong as that vampire."

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

“However, despite this, she had taken the oath to protect Phanteon. Could there be a possibility she didn’t know of this just like what happened in the past with that dead vampire?” I groaned at the unwelcomed memory of the past. Roughly twenty years ago, a female vampire was found dead on the outskirts of Trevana, a town west of my manor. Since I was near, I personally attended on the matter. Two days old, skin, muscles and bones eaten by worms, and with a face that looked like dried plum — those were my first observations on the corpse once I saw it. The second were the bite marks on her neck, like a wolf’s, and scratch marks on her body which again looked like from a wolf’s.