About Vampire Novels & Stories

Striker hissed, making me sigh. “ Did no one ever tell you Striker Skoldofr? Vampires are dead people. Their hearts don’t beat. They don’t breathe. They don’t sleep. They are not living creatures. They are the creatures of the dead and you can’t kill the dead. ” He stated coldly.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

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.

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

Resa called out to her but got no reply. "Ariel?" Resa said shaking her this time "How?" Ariel asked and Resa answered "We can't really control or change what we are meant to be Ariel" "What do you mean by we?" Ariel said glaring at the woman beside her "Ohhh Ariel...I'm a vampire and since your mother was a witch, you are one too" Resa said and Ariel looked frustrated and worked up.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

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.

“By showing you the path and way that you should follow if you want your reign to last. War is coming. Bigger and serious than whatever you faced before. The wolves would be decimated, killed. It’ll be a genocide. Vladmir would make sure of that.” “Who is Vladmir?” She frowned, “I thought you’ve met him. It’s in your visions.” “I don’t know who that is,” I coldly replied. “The vampire. His name is Vladmir, he’s ancient, old, and he wants blood, every specie blood including his own and you’re the first because you’re the one who defiled him, who locked his people and him up.”

“To get back to that cow Sibyl and her entire line. They’ll get what is owed to them soon enough. To think the line had fallen so far…” I frowned. “The line?” “We’ll get to it. Very long history lesson ahead of us.” She turned to me. “At this point, it seems silly to ask, but what do you actually know about vampires?” “They’re… evil,” I said. “Blood-sucking, vicious monsters trying to destroy us… They can’t be killed easily, and… they can turn werewolves into their kind.” She snorted into her hand. “Oh, could you go back? I stopped listening at evil.”

It was like knowing I had to be up in a few hours and being unable to sleep, my mind broadcasting images and messages that would keep me awake. Vampires cannot walk in the sunlight, I told myself firmly. Holding my focus in place, I continued: vampires cannot eat or drink anything, only blood. Vampires heal much quicker than humans, but they can be injured, and killed. To kill a vampire, a stake must not be removed prematurely. Vampires can only be killed with wood. Oak wood is the most powerful, and the deadliest to them.