A Vampire's Tale Novels & Stories

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

Thanking Kesha, the brunette grabbed the Night Raven from its sheath and stepped into the resulting passage. The corridor was dark and cold. William stumbled, smelling the stagnant smell of blood that crowded out any other smells. Swallowing hard, the adviser frowned and walked forward, trying to get his bearings in the string of unfamiliar corridors. Sensing someone else's presence, William clenched the hilt of his sword, preparing to attack. A young vampire jumped out to meet him. Her thick brown hair was matted and turned into a solid lump. William's hand trembled for a moment - the girl looked very young. So innocent and fragile. The stranger’s pretty face twisted at the sight of the win

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

Other vampires hunt during the day with the king but this set of rippers seemed to have broken the rules. The sweet scent he sensed grew stronger and he started sniffing out the wounded one in front of him. He lifted his hand and under his fingernails, he found what he’s been looking for. “You’ve met with her! How dare you covet what belongs to me?!” Varl roared dangerously as he smack the vampire down. “Tell me everything and don’t you dare die!” He ordered. The dying vampire explained his encounter with a group of wolves and about the strange girl that fought them without changing like the rest. He explained how he got her flesh and blood under his nails and how he escaped… or to say ran f

Shaid said, as she watched the Vampire stalked towards them slowly. The potion Urrale gave her must really work, because this vampire had no idea Shaid was just like him, but far deadlier. The vampire blurred in front of her thinking she would be an easy kill but oh how wrong he was. The vampire grabbed her by the throat trying to force her head to the side to put his teeth into her neck. Shaid, grabbed the hand holding her throat and snapped his wrist exposing his bone. The vampire screamed out holding his hand backing away from Shaid. This time Said stalked him extending her fangs. “What are you why can’t I smell that you’re a vampire?” “Oh, it’s too late to ask questions now, wouldn't you

Bola’s left brow lifted with realization. The books he had read had said that vampires don’t travel alone, and they always go with a company. He swallowed and let his eyes settle on the village square. It was as if the cry answered the question that was drawing water from the well of his curious mind. The hunters have turned out to be haunted. All the soldiers of the taskmasters were running away for their dear life. The whole place now looks like the spreading of ants. It was just a matter of time, the corpse of people would still litter the place, and it was one thing the vampires were good at.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

“This is one of your spooky dad stories.” Kael tilted his head. “I’m serious, Ash. There’s more to this world than what textbooks teach. Some stories survive because they’re echoes of the past—half-remembered truths.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. Suppose vampires were real. What would hurt them?” Kael didn’t hesitate. “Sunlight. Fire. Silver. Blood of the wolf.” Ashara paused. “Wolf blood?” He nodded. “It’s like poison to them. The two species have always been… incompatible.”

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak