Best Vampire Series Books For Adults Novelas e Histórias

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.

A full moon was glowing above Kyle, making the trees that lined Vivian’s suburban street look like skeleton silhouettes. He licked the dried blood off his lips, savoring his delicious kill, recalling Vivian’s expression of fear and terror. It sustained him. She would, he resolved, be the first of many, the first victim in the vampire army he was about to build. The high school. That would be next. He had a burning desire to find the girl who’d turned him—Scarlet. Perhaps she would be there—or someone would who knew where she was.

The sad truth was that as long as any vampire persisted in attacking mortals, no vampire on Earth would be safe. Malcolm ambled back toward his desk. "I believe I put you in charge of the poor problem." "I'm working on it. I'll have the presentation ready in a few days. Meanwhile, Gustavo had this brilliant idea for handling the Ancient Bloodsuckers." Malcolm sat heavily in his chair. The Ancient Bloodsuckers were the most dangerous group of vampires in existence. The secret society called themselves the True Ones and spurned the more evolved sensibilities of the modern-day Vamp. The Ancient Bloodsuckers could afford to buy the richest blood manufactured by Baaltech Industries. They could af

The man stopped abruptly, almost falling backwards as he did so and muttered a few drunken slurs that were unintelligible, even to a vampire. Feeling his hunger reach its peak, he bared his fangs at the man and snarled just as a strike of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating his figure. Absolutely terrified but still drunk, the man turned on his heel and tried to run away only to trip over, landing in a puddle. He waited until the man had gotten back to his feet and then captured him in a strong grip from behind, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. Guzzling down the warm, sticky blood, he couldn't stop himself even as the bitter taste caused by alcohol hit the back of his throat. I

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

Was that where they slept? She tried to think back to all the vampire lore she had ever heard. Sleeping in coffins. Awake at night. Superhuman strength and speed. Pain in the sunlight. It all seemed to add up. She herself felt some pain in the sun. But it wasn’t unbearable. And she was impervious to the holy water. What’s more, this place, the Cloisters, was filled with crosses: there were enormous crosses everywhere. Yet it didn’t seem to affect these vampires. In fact, this seemed to be their home. She wanted to ask Caleb about all of this, and more, but didn’t know how to begin. She settled on the last one.

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

He needed her blood. "Ashrak." His voice boomed in the room, stopping the young vampiress from moving. "Never knew you were in a hurry." Ashrak said, walking towards him, but just as she stepped three feet away from him, Blade dragged her towards him, making her fall onto his thighs. A small scream escaped her lips. Without giving her time to settle down fully on his thighs, he sank his canines deep into her neck, causing her to scream in an unimaginable way. But Blade never cared as he drank her blood. The more he drank, the more his hands around her waist tightened. He was going to drink the last drop of her blood, and just as quickly as he had sunk into her neck, he retracted his teeth fr

She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book. The words leapt off the page. “To drink the blood of a mortal is to tether them. To drink the blood of a wolf is to invite war. Vampires, once gods of the night, now bound to laws born of blood and shadow…” Her heart beat faster. The text described things in such vivid detail—the hierarchy of vampire covens, the venom in their fangs, the way their eyes glowed during feeding, their immortal thirst, and their deadly aversion to sunlight and silver.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.