Books On Vampire History Novels & Stories

A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver. “A vampire has this spell book?” He asked through his gritted teeth. I shook my head again. “Not anymore. She gave it to me,” I told him. He took a deep breath and nodded; I could feel him calming. “A vampire having possession of this book is never a good thing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m glad she no longer has it, but I’m worried about how long she’s had it. These books are sacred to our kind, and they hold a lot of information that could prove to be dangerous if the wrong species got their hands on it. And vampires are definitely the wrong species. This book specifically holds a lot of our secre

It was a good system, so good she had asked dius why others haven’t adopted this system and he said “they have little tank, all of us in big enough groups have, the reason you dont know about it is because you have been attacked by lone vampires, probably starved and at the end of their rope, unfortunately some of us still hunt like the old old days, but more and more of us are doing things like this which is why vampires have become the stuff of horror movies” dius had said “or romance” she said shaking her head “romance?” he asked looking her way

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

I guess I should probably do some homework. “Found it, here look.” She calls me over and I park a seat at the round table with her. “What am I looking at exactly.” I ask frowning at all the ancient symbols and pictures. “It’s the history of Vampires from the beginning, how they were created to how they turn people and how to kill them.” She explains pointing to the scripture of sired Vampires. There is a picture of what looks like a king on his throne with werewolves bowing at his feet and he has four subjects standing on either side of him dressed in warrior clothes.

Fair point. He pulled a thick tome from the shelf. Dust billowed up when he opened it. "Julian's old. One of the oldest vampires still walking around. Which means there are records. Accounts. Stories about him scattered through history." He set the book on a small table in the corner. "We start here. European vampire registries from the 1600s. Work our way forward." Sat down across from him. I started reading. The work was slow. Tedious. Most of the text was in languages I hadn't spoken in centuries. French. German. Latin. Tormund translated when needed. Made notes in the margins. Cross-referenced dates and names.

It was a heavy volume bound in deep scarlet leather. The title, written in gold, was “A Brief History of the Nocturne Territories and the Valerius Dynasty”. The subtitle was “Vampires and humans”. I snatched it up, quickly reading with my heart hammering. Vampires? Dynasty? My mind immediately began filing away information. This was no ordinary world.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

I need to figure out a way fast. The rest of the day was spent thinking and re-thinking . First in the next morning I woke very early and left for the library. The library is at the very centre of the pack. It's very big and has section for different genres. I began searching for the history book. The first book that caught my attention is the originality of vampires. That piqued my interest and I settled down to read in. I read for a long time and I wasn't seeing anything tangible. I was about closing the book when my eyes sighed a sentence. Vampire's are affected by sunlight, drugs, silver and garlic.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

Cadence asked. “This book is very old,” he began, his hand hovering over the cover of the leather bound book but not touching it, though he was wearing a pair of the white gloves Cadence had seen historians wear on television shows. “I believe it was likely written in the mid- to late-sixteenth century, possibly earlier. At that time, Vampires controlled much of Scotland and Ireland, as you know, and they would continue to dominate that area of the world for the next several centuries. It’s basically a manual for all sorts of information to be left for successors, should anything become of the kings and queens of the time, though they obviously expected to live forever.”