A Vampire Novels & Stories

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

said Tyler. "Vampire?" Cael asked. "How did entities like them have similarities to vampires?" "There are many types of vampires. The most popular is the blood drinker. And next to them are sexual vampires, which sustain their lives by absorbing sexual life force energies from their willing partners, especially during a moment of orgasm. They do their feeding either psychically or by consuming bodily fluids like "cum." But they are still different because the vampire is a dead human, and the incubus is non-human. "

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

Chaos was confused, he couldn't understand anything he was talking about. However, a sudden glimpse of information rushed into his mind, as the memories he was having a hard time assimilating helped him understand what these things were. Vampires were a race of supernatural Undead, the strongest of them all, they possessed endless lifespan and insane regeneration abilities, amazing talent with magic, superhuman strength, powerful magic eyes, and many other powers.

Father Zachary had probably never heard such an absurd question in his life. So when someone he barely knew asked such a question, he was completely shocked. "What? What do you mean by the question?" Zach asked, sounding confused about what Vincent meant. Vincent became confused about how to correct it. "Uh, I... I just want to know what a vampire is." Vincent repeated it hesitantly. Zach nodded slightly, even though he was still unsure. “Vampires are just imaginary characters, Vince. That's someone's creation in a comic to scare little children," Zach answered Vincent. Vincent frowned slightly, then sat in his chair, facing Zach.

One by one, they fell onto their fronts on the grass, scorching the ground with their molten skin. I hid my smile as the first one died, I felt it within me, it was like a song, the rhythm of their screams soothing me, making me want to do it more. Yes, there would be consequences to this, but I was already dead without my family, I had needed them. I had wanted them. But these creatures had taken them away from me, they had ripped my family apart and burnt the pieces, and now; I would burn them. Fire. That is what kills a vampire, that is what rids the world of their kind. But not just any fire, it was the fire that came from the sun that killed them, the fir

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.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.