Cake Vampire Novels & Stories

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

She reached for the drapes, and pulled the cord. As she did, she jumped back in fright. Standing outside, its face to the window, was the pale, white face of a vampire, completely bald, fangs extended and right up against the glass. It snarled and hissed as it reached up with its hands and placed its palms against the glass. Caitlin could see its long, yellow fingernails. There was another sudden noise, and Caitlin turned and saw the face of another vampire at the side window. There was the sound of breaking glass, and she turned and in the other direction saw yet another face. This one smashed his head right to the glass, sneering at her.

“The simple fact is that we don’t really know, do we? Maybe there’s more than one first vampire, maybe there isn’t, but we may never know the real truth.” “I guess so,” she said, but she didn’t like his explanation. Quietly, she wondered if she could find the truth. If she was going to live forever, she’d have to do something with her time – becoming a vampire historian didn’t sound like a bad way to spend that time. “Do you have any other questions?” Matthew asked. “One,” she said. “If stakes and crosses can’t harm us, what can?” “Decapitation is the only known way to kill us.”

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

Demika chips in a rhetorical question that’s placed somewhere in-between sarcasm and curiosity. It is no news that the Vampyres don’t come out during the day. However, the Adam twins are different—they do come out whenever they wish, only, they decide not to, just to avoid unnecessary familiarity.

Otherwise, I’ll go insane. I’ve finished the sardines and discarded the can when a whisper falls over the camp. I look up to see another vampire walking into our camp as if he’s just out for a stroll in the woods. The Blood Takers are on instant alert. “Who the fuck are you?” Toman asks, his teeth elongated, and his hands at the ready to attack. “Calm the fuck down,” he says in a nonchalant voice. “I’m here to replace Romy.”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”