A Vampire's Tale Novels & Stories

Clearly, this boy had a very noble bloodline! “Lord Mane,” Tucker rushed to Mane and stood behind him like a fortress. His suppressive might had returned, and his gaze was that of a hawk. “Mm,” Mane nodded slightly in acknowledgement without taking his eyes off the group before him. Looking into their eyes he was reminded of a story his mother told him once: the story of a race of red-eyed people called vampires!

"The ones you know, that parents tell young vampires when they want them to be close to home." Zara sighed briefly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind of stories that felt like it meant something but it doesn't." A cold feeling settled in Zara's chest, the vampire woman noticed almost at once. "See?" "What?" Zara asked. "You have the exact same reaction I did when I first heard them." * * * * * * Meanwhile, somewhere in the city someone was watching. The figure stood at the top of one of the abandoned watchtowers watching and not moving.

Glenn asks. The vampire shakes his head. “We don’t take sex as seriously as other creatures do. My bride has several lovers of her own.” “And where are they?” “Wondering where she is,” Alhora says and laughs. I roll my eyes and shake my head at Glenn. Vampires are built differently. The nymph gives up on us and makes her way over to Zael. “Vampires are cold.” “It’s me or nothing for you tonight.” She presses her nose into Zael’s neck and inhales deeply. “You’ll do.”

“The simple fact is that we don’t really know, do we? Maybe there’s more than one first vampire, maybe there isn’t, but we may never know the real truth.” “I guess so,” she said, but she didn’t like his explanation. Quietly, she wondered if she could find the truth. If she was going to live forever, she’d have to do something with her time – becoming a vampire historian didn’t sound like a bad way to spend that time. “Do you have any other questions?” Matthew asked. “One,” she said. “If stakes and crosses can’t harm us, what can?” “Decapitation is the only known way to kill us.”

I forged ahead, reading more of the highlighted sentences. My eyes landed on one that made my breath hitch. 📔"A SECRET HE NEVER TOLD ME, HE WAS A VAMPIRE"📔 I froze. Who was a vampire? My father? But I never saw him or knew anything about him. Every time I asked Grandpa, he always changed the topic. My thoughts swirled in confusion, but I couldn’t stop reading. I turned to the next page, and another highlighted sentence stared back at me.

HELLO LOVELIES…. Hope you've been enjoying TALE OF VAMPIRES so far. But I guess our journey will have to end hereಠ︵ಠ, I know it was rushed a little, but that part of the story was just to brief about how Vampires were created, and how the witches were annihilated, so welcome back to Adia and Sebastian's story. Love…. Blu~vee. Do check or add other books of the author

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

I shrugged my shoulders slowly. I looked at Arabella who looked thoughtful. "Have you ever heard a story about vampires?" His words made me frown in confusion. Why did he suddenly say that? I shook my head. "No, why?" "The story is the same as what you told me earlier. A shape-shifting vampire would be very scary. His eyes were fiery red, his hair grew long, fangs appeared in his mouth, and also… a pair of black wings on his back." Arabella told the story very clearly.

Elusive, complex, poetic and sophisticated. 65. Hotel Transylvania BY CHELSEA QUINN YARBRO This is the first book of a huge series that goes through all kinds of historical periods, following the vampire Comte de Saint-Germain. Haven't read the others, but this one is excellent. 66. The Vampire Tapestry BY SUZY MCKEE CHARNAS Five related stories featuring the mysterious vampire Dr. Edward Weyland. Quite beautifully done. 67. The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life

As the small vampire child entered, the room seemed to hold its breath, every eye turning to the eerie newcomer. My gaze fixed on the child, realisation dawning with a primal dread. This was no ordinary child; the child had been turned—a crime so severe that the punishment was often worse than death. My mind raced back to an old tale, whispers around campfires about a child vampire destined for a dark ritual that threatened to unravel everything. Though I couldn’t recall the specifics, I knew the ending was bleak, and I was caught in a story about to repeat itself.