A Vampire Novels & Stories

"Since you asked me a question, may I ask one in return?" "You may." My eyes widened when I said that unconsciously. "Wow!" Nate gleamed and gave me a small clap. "The twins did a good job!" He chuckled. I grabbed a forked and pointed it at him. He raised his hands in surrender. "What do you want to ask?" Nate rubbed his chin. "What do humans picture us as vampires in your world?" I tried to think of any facts about vampires from the movies. Probably the most common one. "Hmmm...that vampires are basically dead corpses that have sharp teeth, cold skin, drinks blood, and can't stand in the sunlight."

even Masamune, we all fell ill. Seriously ill. It was unbelievably painful for a few days, but as long as we slept, it was okay. However it came with a pang of hunger that was unbearable.", he said. "For what? Blood?", she asked. "Yes. Blood.",He said now tilting his head at her. "You are telling me you are a vampire?", she laughed. "What is a vampire?", he asked not knowing the word. "A person who is undead. They have to drink blood to survive, but they can't die. Well, they can like by sunlight, or a stake thru the heart, or poison." "Interesting. You have these in your time then?",he asked. "No, it is lore, a fairytale, comp

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

The world had changed long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought.

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

“Then, what distinguishes you from other creatures such as vampires, which you previously mentioned?” "For a vampire, there are four classes: a pureblood, a noble vampire, a human transformed into a vampire, and a low-level vampire; the latter three are not immortal." As I remove my hands from his face, he pauses and says, "They die at all ages, but the low-level vampires die much more quickly." He then looks to the moon and sips from his drink. Once more, the smile on his face fades after he laughs.

However, the emergence of rogue werewolves and vampires, driven by a desire for notoriety, has put their own kind, as well as other races, in peril. "Can I count on your assistance, Vlad?" Killan sought her out with a hint of curiosity. The vampire arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the sound of their summons. The vampire rolled his eyes. Ah, yes. The creatures of the night are known as vampires. A mysterious being of the darkness.

"Miss Cassandra. I know your knowledge of our world is very limited. I must say that keeping yourself isolated all these years is both impressive and a bit frustrating. While I understand it was for your protection, separating yourself from your people benefits no one. Tell me, what do you know of vampires?" Folklore is all over the place when it comes to vampires. Some say they are demons. Some say they are blood sucking creatures that live forever. Some idiots like to think Vlad the Impaler was the first vampire. Most commonly it is written that they can only walk at night. They drink blood. And, of course, they are evil.

He had jumped from one question to another, giving her no clear answer. “What are they?” She gulped, thinking he won’t reply but unexpectedly he easily answered. “How do I describe it easier for you to understand,” he hummed to himself, whispering underneath his breaths. “They are humans, a little bit. But cursed. Like how these werewolves are,, they are gifted but also cursed. I call them vampires, as they suck blood out of their victims.” Rose’s eyes glided as she stared at on of the creature that appeared as if it had came from hell with its pointy ears, red bulging eyes, and big figures.

The vampire is like a man who is very greedy and wants everything that belongs to him, something that is not his own will be robbed so that it is owned by him, whether it be people or things. People who fought for so many years didn't change anything, Vampire still grew and grew more, they couldn't even grow old, what about the weaknesses people found? Can they help? The answer is no.