Best Vampire Stories Novels & Stories

Celestine answered Diego, the eldest among the triplets. "You're already a grown-up but you still believe that story, Celestine? Be careful that you might be that vampire's destined lover," Roda teased Celestine. She and Tom are also listening to her story-telling. "Yes, of course, I am. Vampires are everywhere so the story in this book is true," Celestine quickly replied to her cousin. She doesn't know why Roda doesn't believe the story when she knows that vampires really exist. As a matter of fact, Roda is scared of vampires so she just seldom comes out of their house. And if she went outside she makes sure that she was already inside their house before dark. Because vampires only come out

“You want the whole story?” “Give me the fangs-and-all version.” He exhaled, a deep and rumbling sound, then set his jaw. “There’ve been bodies,” he said. “All over the city. Throats open, blood gone. Cops say it’s a cult or a serial killer. That’s bullshit.” He watched my eyes for a reaction and saw none, so he pushed on. “It’s vampires. Real ones, not the brooding twinks in your movies. They’re fast, they’re mean, and they don’t follow the rules.”

That's why I was dead and yet somehow not. I was a vampire. Dear goddess. A vampire. A newborn vampire. It started to sink in. I remembered the stories of newborn vampires. Everyone knows newborn vampires are uncontrollable, violent, killing machines. They kill everything. They gorge on blood. They're insatiable. I put the stories together with what I was feeling. The Need. How I could sense life. Blood. The Need for it. I was smart enough to know I wouldn't be able to sate the Need no matter how many I killed. No newborn vampire could. It took years, decades for some vampires to control the Need.

This is a mistake as King Myenas stalks forward like a predator knowing its prey is trapped. “Do you think that can hurt me, little wolf?” he taunts. “I’ve fought Alphas and kings. I’ve slaughtered whole packs of your kind. And do you really think that little piece of wood will be what kills me?” “I can certainly try.” Vampires, for all their longevity, are not truly immortal. They can be killed by decapitation, being stabbed in the heart, or fire.. They bleed like everyone else. Their superior strength and speed just make it harder to kill them.

Since the internet was probably the easier thing to obtain, she intended to broach the topic of suggesting it be installed with Jasper first thing in the morning. Lying in the dark, she focused on the light that filtered through the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. Shadows danced back and forth as vampires moved about. Do they ever sleep? She thought with frustration. The stories all had them as nocturnal beings. From what Jasper had said, most of the stories about the vampires were incorrect. It figured that this would be one of the few that was accurate.

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am oft

My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires. It was dangerous for us to fight the vampires; so many good wolves have died due to them, including my Mother, our Luna. Dad hasn’t been the same since that tragic night... I, on the other hand, grew from it. That very night, I shifted for the first time. It should have been a happy night for me and the other sixteen-year-olds, it was our first full moon, but it also meant it was the best time to attack. New werewolves didn’t have the best control of their bodies yet and that night, a few of the warriors, my mother included, followed us into the woods to make sure we didn’t ge

I don't know if he killed them and I don't care. The way the velvet red sheets I sat on made me think of blood was somehow unnerving like I was in some vampire fairytale where I would surely get myself eaten or drained of blood. Okay, maybe I did listen to Angelina more than I had let on. There really isn't any harm in indulging in a few fanciful tales once in a while. The vampires in her stories were usually the enemies of some other weird mutation of nature. I can't remember the name of them and to be honest, I really don't want to. Sometimes the plots she read to me were downright ridiculous.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

"People have always been fascinated with serial killers, don't you think? Just look at the most popular crime fiction and you'll find that a lot of them are about serial killers." Jon tried to recall the crime films that he had seen and he could tell that what Dante was suggesting might be plausible. "Violence had always fascinated humans," continued Dante. "The early stories told in ancient times were often about the hunt for prey or how warriors killed men from their enemy tribes. The gladiators of ancient Rome killed for the entertainment of the early Romans." Dante was silent for a while so Jon asked, "Should we get started?" Jon was eager to start so that he could rest for the night and