Cake Vampire Novels & Stories

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared. What have I done? "You know Khloe," He started, taking a slow step towards me, "I never really understood why vampires should have to drink blood from a glass when we have perfectly capable humans living in our presence." My breath hitched at the air around me started to feel thicker, making it more difficult to breathe. I stepped back as he took another step forward, my heart thundering in my chest. "It's always seemed like a lost cause to me you know? I mean why should we drink garbage when we could feel the rush of something alive every time?"

The team couldn't save him, they just kept running and finally at the entrance of the cemetery just an inch to the entrance gate, they froze in anguish. "What in the world?" Rapidfire mouthed. Aaron was lying helpless but dead on the dry ground flooded in his own blood. Above him, Rapidfire could see a figure as white as snow with dark woolen hair devouring him by the neck. Exactly how a vampire would attack but the figure wasn't thirsty, it was feeding on his body entirely like a zompire. SLASH!

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

she explained. "Cool," he nodded, "but the weight of the book is making me feel sleepy," he yawned. She nudged his shoulder with her head. "Don't. Later on, the vampire lord, Sebastian Deusdedit, has to feed on his wife's blood to survive. Whenever he feeds on her blood, he gets more powerful, his vampire powers are enhanced until one day, he loses control and ends up draining her of all her blood, killing her and he becomes immortal. He can now wheeze back to life whenever he is killed."

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

I broke out into an immediate coughing fit. "I'll take that as an enthusiastic no." A second strange voice rang out into the kitchen. I straightened my back when I noticed the presence of a male. He had curly brown hair sitting on top of his head, a sharp nose, and blue eyes that stared down at me. Immediately, my senses sharpened and moved from that relaxing stance. This man was a vampire, a pureblood like Sol. Maybe he was about the same age from what I could tell about his presence. "Is he asleep?" the woman asked the man. He nodded. I watched as he moved toward her. I didn't miss the look of adoration on his face when he embraced her and laid a kiss on the woman's cheek.

MY JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR as Vivaldi nonchalantly slurps the blood off the stake that has just been used to repeatedly impale Casper like a shish kebab. "Could he be...?" I think to myself, wondering if he's another vampire like Angel. Casper lies there, seemingly lifeless after taking a solid stool to the head and numerous stab wounds. "Is he also one of them?" I question, astonished at the possibility of Casper also being a vampire.