Author Of Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I cry to him, tears rolling down my face and my body shaking as my feelings pour out of me. “You are just as much a prisoner as I am child. How old are you?” He asks me kindly. Kindly, despite the fact that I have tortured him. “I’m 14 years old. How old are you?” I reply. “I’m 84 years old,” he answers. I turn to face him, “Don’t mock me, when I have come to apologise. Please.” “Child I’m not mocking you; you asked a question and I answered. I’m 75 years old. Io a vampire, vampires are immortal as long as we aren’t killed,” he says, explaining to me.

Vampire opened his arms with a warm smile on his face, expecting me to sit. “I know you were upset, you don’t deserve this, I understand your anger, but please Heidi, speak to me” He demanded. His voice was gentle at first, it was calm as the river flowed, but it changed when I kept my feet stay in place. “Take your seat!” He exclaimed. Mr. Vampire finally showed me who he truly is, his thunder voice made me lose my breath; I swallowed my saliva before started. “What do you want from me?” I asked out loud, my face as tight as the suit sleeves that wrapped around his biceps.

the voice asked. “I have none,” she replied. “I did not bond with my maker.” A silence permeated the room while she waited for the voice to speak again. When it did, it was accompanied by a tall, well-built vampire with a head of thick, fiery copper hair. “Who is this maker that you did not bond with?” he asked with a firm and demanding tone that still hinted of an accent she recalled hearing when she was human. If memory served her correctly, this vampire was of German origin.

I took a seat in the last row, trying to make myself invisible. A man swept into the room, and I knew immediately he was different from the other instructors. He wore glasses—actual reading glasses, which seemed odd for a vampire—and his gray hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He had the look of someone who'd spent centuries reading books by candlelight. "Good morning, students," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I am Dorian Graves, your instructor for Vampire History and Blood Magic Theory." He turned to write his name on the board, and I noticed his movements were careful, deliberate. Almost human.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

"Whatever you need, Miss." I rattled off the address for Sol's mansion before he got into the car. Just as I was about to enter, my arm was snatched from behind me, and I was turned around. I came face to face with someone I did not expect to see. "Francis," I breathed out as I stared at the officer of the Vampire Hunter Organization. "Mia Rivera, so you remember me, that makes two of us." His words were harsh as he leered down at me. "I've been doing a lot of research on you lately, Miss Rivera, and your connection to Sol Montgomery."

"The clerk behind the counter said a 'weird guy' came in late and kind of hung around until the other customers left. He said he got a strange vibe from the man, and at one point, the 'creepy' guy seemed to insert some sort of weird Vampire teeth and lunge at him. He said that another group of customer came in at the time and scared him off." Cadence looked confused. "Who interviewed him?" "I did," Mark replied. "I run a little paranormal research center on the side. Helps feed us information. He contacted me through my website--wanted to make sure this wasn't a legitimate Vampire sighting." "Interesting idea," Cadence said, nodding. "So you just assured him that he had nothing to worry abou

"Good evening everyone! I welcome you all, to the grand opening of this bookstore. Thank you for coming here. We have a very special guest today here with us. This is Mr Luca Alexandro, the famous paranormal investigator. He chose our store to release his first book." 'Luca Alexandro? He was the one whom I read about online. He told that Van Helsing was killed by Vlad Tepes and his cousin Stephen.' Those who wanted to get his signature stood in a queue. Most of them were teenagers. A few of them were in their early twenties. 'I must get away from here and take one of those books.' thought Emma. She quickly went downstairs and took one of the author's books, which was kept near the counter. E