Castlevania: Nocturne Vampire Novels & Stories

I hope he didn't suspect me. "Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you try to steal for Terry -" "Danny, focus." "Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this?

Tears streamed down his face silver and gold mixing like liquid starlight. “She’s perfect,” he whispered. “She’s everything.” He turned to me, eyes no longer crimson, but pure, blazing gold. And I saw it. The change. The sunlight in his veins had done something impossible. Valerian Nocturne, Prince of Eternal Night, was becoming the first day walking vampire in history. He walked through the burning light to my side, laid our daughter in my arms, and kissed me like a man who had just been given the universe.

He said he woke up buried in a cemetery, after being killed by a nocturnal attack. - Blasphemy. – shouts Vlad’s secretary. - this is impossible. A nocturnal can't create vampires. A nocturne kills but does not transmit the gift of life. Vlad looks at his secretary. - He's right girl. This story is strange. - I also thought the same. But the nocturnal who kidnapped me behaved almost like a half-breed renegade and not like a nocturnal. The secretary is going to continue complaining, but Vlad's hand goes up, and he closes his mouth.

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

House Of Night BY P.C. CAST AND KRISTIN CAST Hogwarts for vampires? Yes, Harry Potter had his wizard school, but there are at least two series that give vampire teens their own school. First up: The House of Night series, six books written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, a mother-and-daughter team from Tulsa, Okla. Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed, Hunted and Tempted. Vampires are chosen almost randomly, and they have to enter special academies, where they go through a program and slowly change — or die. This series is quite well-done, and has a lot of goddess theology and ritual in it.

"Extensive research of course. I had been dabbling with a cure to Wolf Venom, I just had to tweak it a little, I discovered a rare herb - Sanguinaria Noctiflora, also known as Nightblood Blossom, and when I combined it with the essence of silver and purified moonlight, has the ability to neutralize and reverse the effect." "And if, when used, doesn't work, I made an alternative cure. I was able to uncover ancient alchemical recipe passed down generations, which involves blending moonflower petals, the ashes of the stake that can kill a Vampire, and a raven's tears, I combined it in precise measurements, and subjected it to a purification ritual under lunar esclipse, it become an elizir poten

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

Beside him, Lady Selene stood in crimson velvet, regal and unreadable. Draven’s voice was low, velvet over steel “We offer our ancient promise—Bloodforged Protection. This amulet, bound by our blood, means no vampire may harm you, nor any child of your house. It is an unbreakable vow.” He placed the amulet, shaped like a tear of ruby, into Dalton’s hand. Selene’s lips curved faintly. “And to you, Luna Daniella… a charm of Nocturne. It allows one to walk unseen by shadows, unheard by whispers. Use it wisely.”

He knows what my mood calls for. The car waits outside. Black. Idling. The city slides past in blurred streaks of light. Time stretches. My body feels keyed too high, instincts scraping against restraint. We head for Club Nocturne. Owned by Eric Olderman. Lady Carrow's cousin. When we get there, Eric appears almost immediately, materializing from the crowd like mist. Tall, lean, with the sharp features of his mixed heritage, vampire speed tempered by human warmth. He bows slightly, modern etiquette blending with old respect. "Your Majesty," he greets, voice smooth over the music. "An honor, as always. The booth is prepared. Anything else? A vintage from the reserves?"

Rustles. Rustles. Rustles. The flapping sound of the cloak makes Samantha raise her head, shifting her focus to the same mysterious vampire who she finds perching on the branch of the tree, looking down at her like trash. "It's you again?" Samantha growls, fangs protrude as her eyes fill with killing intent. Pain and desires to exterminate this mysterious vampire make her body tremble. "S-show yourself to me! And fight with me!"