A Vampire Novels & Stories

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

The ones with the red eyes and large, sharp teeth. Rogue vampires. Oh, great.

Derek stood at the edge of the desolate graveyard, his heart heavy with grief. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the tombstones and ancient trees. He was a vampire, cursed with immortality and a thirst for blood, but tonight, his fangs were useless against the pain that consumed him. Beside him stood a pack of werewolves and his fellow vampires, their fierce and wild presence a stark contrast to his pale and delicate features. They were his family, his pack, and their loyalty was unwavering. Among them was his sister Victoria, her life tragically cut short Blake and his army.

Catrina gingerly took her hand away from his hold and tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. " Well not all vampires have a heart that beats” said Rudolf looking at her attentively picking every detail of hers. " Huh" she asks confused. “ What I mean to say is not all vampires are like that, as in there are pure-blooded vampires and transformed vampires. Pure vampires are vampires like me who were born as vampires and these vampires have a beating heart and transformed vampires are vampires who were turned, as in humans who were made vampires. These categories of vampires don't have a beating heart, as they are killed after drinking our blood.” Explained Rudolf.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

I asked, he nodded, "It's two separate ceremonies that happen on the same night, then you'll be a vampire. The first one is more public while the second is very intimate." "I'm not becoming a vampire!" I shouted and stood in front of him, "What about my family? My friends? I will never see them again!" Nick came over to me and spoke softly,

None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger. "I can't seem to remember it clearly. Can you explain it to me?” I went with the honest, humble-student route. She readjusted her seat before launching into the story. Apparently, thousands of years ago, vampires were immortal. They lived forever and could only die if they were beheaded. Nothing else worked—not fire, not a stake to the heart. Until one day, a vampire offended a powerful witch. That’s when I realized witches existed in this world too.

He asked and I nodded. "Yes" "Good" He backed away. "I'm from the animal control department here in this town and I have some questions concerning a particular creature that had gone rabid for a while now" "I don't have an interest in animals," I said truthfully. "Ahh, you sure have an interest in this one" "Do you happen to know what a vampire is?" He asked It was then that it became clear what his real intentions were. "Yes, I learned about them in movies and books" I replied smartly.

He was a vampire. A vampire was being tortured in the basement of Ridlers.

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.