Classic Vampire Novels Novels & Stories

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

the professor said. Leesa handed him the old book. “What is it?” Professor Clerval rested the book on his lap. “It's an original manuscript from the early nineteenth century, said to be the memoirs of a female vampire.” He put his pipe into a brass ashtray atop the desk and carefully opened the book. Leesa could hear the leather binding crinkle. She scraped her chair closer.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

"Pages are missing. A lot of them. And... some of it looks like blood." Her brows drew together, and she stood up, reaching for the book. I handed it over. She opened it slowly. Flipped through. "We don’t even have this catalogued," she said, voice low. "It’s not part of the official vampire section. Where did you find it?" "Top shelf. Back corner. Looked like it hadn't been touched in years." She frowned, then closed it. "This wasn’t on our list of acquisitions. It must have come from one of the estate donations. Old vampire houses sometimes drop things off anonymously. Some of them don't want certain knowledge traced back to them."

Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read. “Although there are documentations done on vampire’s behavior, there are three main things to know when dealing with a vampire. The first one is their sexual lifestyle. Most vampires do not prefer to choose a mate. This is because, in the past, if you were feuding with another vampire, then your mate would become a target. That was popular in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Around the mid 1900s, their sexual desires changed to a more generous means.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go