Best Vampire Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

As I was about to ask him something else, he spoke perverting me from adding any other world. " All vampires are sleeping, for now, do no one would annoy you - including me. So take the chance to learn more about yourself." With just that, he left, and I was now alone in the immense library. I took this as a chance to have a look around and read some random information. I gather as many as I could from books, but not any kind of books, the one that talks about the vampires' history and creation, the war between species, also a book of curses, and another one that describes Lycans as the number one enemy for vampires. I took all these books to my room and locked myself while reading. The firs

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

-Vampires- The vampires in this book are immortals and they look for royal blood to get more powerful and have the ability to revive themselves whenever they want to. They also get the ability to control people and hypnotize them if they get royal blood and end their lives with just a bite for it makes their bites poisonous. -Werewolves-

I should get that printed on a T-shirt. I dropped onto the bed anyway, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers. My bags were still sitting by the door where the driver dumped them. I didn’t even know where to start unpacking. Didn’t care. My brain was stuck on replay: his voice, low and pissed. “Stay. Away.” The way his eyes flashed red? Maybe red. Definitely not normal. And that cold coming off him like he was made of winter. Vampire. My brain kept saying it over and over. Vampire vampire vampire. And he saved me. Why? Why me? Why write those stupid sweet words and then act like I’m a walking disease?

No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told. She laughed at the myths. Until the myths started watching her. It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned. Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human. Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing. She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.

"I'll stand watch. Make sure no one interrupts." I sat down cross-legged on his bed, my grandmother's journal heavy in my lap. The leather was worn soft from age, and when I opened it, the pages crackled like dried leaves. The first entry was dated three weeks before the massacre. "The vampire nobles are planning something. I've intercepted their messages, decoded their intentions. They want to enslave humanity entirely—turn us all into blood cattle. The other hunters don't believe me. They think I'm paranoid, seeing threats that don't exist.

it seems that the stories roaming around were not totally true, and I got to search for the untold truth by myself. I spent the entire day roaming from one room to another until I found myself in an immense library, the exact thing I need right now. I gathered as much as I could from books, but not any kind of books. One that talks about the vampires' history and creation, the war between species, also a book of curses, and another one that describes Lycans as the number one enemy for vampires. I took all these books to my room and locked myself while reading. The first book I started with was called '' The history of vampires' creation'' by Kieran Orlok. The book describes the beginning of

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

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

With a single wave of her hand, the gravity suddenly changed beneath Willow's feet as the world sucked her back in. ---------- Willow let out a gasp as she sat up, the room dimly lit by the crackling fireplace behind her. Hecate's book laid out on the ground beside the couch, the cover closed again. She panted, feeling her body drenched in sweat as she glanced around in confusion. It was dark out as she stood up slowly, a dizzy wave washed over her, sending her back down to the couch. She swallowed, but her throat hurt. She licked her lips, tasting metallic at the corner of her mouth. She felt around her teeth, unsure of where the blood had come from when something rustled behind her. As she