Best Vampire Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to keep my eyes on the road. "Yes, Dawn Creators," She stated matter-of-factly, "They are the first vampires, like lycans are the first werewolves. They are older, superior, stronger, well everything vampires are just times ten, like that of lycans," Penny glanced over to me as she tilted her head and scrunched up her face. "Were you not taught any of this in school?"

He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started, "Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon otherworldly beings. The journal was created by an ancient civilization that lived in harmony with werewolves and vampires. It was meant to keep a balance between the two factions so neither would have an unfair advantage. The leaders used its knowledge to keep peace and protect their people. But

They avoid the bats and bars, lunge for the male’s necks, and tear their heads off with their sharp teeth and powerful jaws. Callan shifts back to human, seizes one of the bats, and swings it overhead, bringing it down on an injured male’s ribcage. “Here you go, Warrick. Eat your fill!” The ribcage splits open with a sickening crunch. Blood spews from the opening. For every vampire they take down, a handful more appear. They leap onto Warrick’s back, moving so fast they’re a blur as they slash and bite, barrel into the wolves, and beat them with their metal weapons. One of them charges into Ethan and sends him tumbling across the clearing when he goes for the dead vampire’s heart. Seeming un

“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.”

"Here. Look at this chart below. It will tell you everything you need to know." I pointed to the bottom of the page in an attempt to distract myself from saying or doing something stupid. I'd had my share of sexual escapades, but no female caused me to feel this nervous. Her laughter could make even the coldest of hearts break. It's as if I lost all sense of rational thinking when she's around me. Gwen held the book in her hands and continued to read. “‘Red eyes indicate that vampires live on human blood and have recently drank from a human.’”

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

“We need to be prepared for their next move.” Brian nodded, his face grim. “I’ve received reports from our scouts. The vampires are not just licking their wounds. They are allying with other factions and seeking out powerful allies.” Harley clenched his fists. “We need to strike first before they gain any more strength. We need to cut off their support.” --- Meanwhile, deep within the forest, the surviving vampires gathered in a hidden cave. Their leader, Viktor, a tall, menacing figure with piercing red eyes, addressed the group.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”