Classic Vampire Novels Novels & Stories

When she raised her hand to wipe at it, the vampire’s vice grip stopped her. “Allow me,” the vampire said with a sickening sweet tone. Agatha’s eyes widened as the vampire’s face moved close. The intense light magnified the pulsing of her blueish veins beneath her white skin. Her thick, pouty lips parted as her long tongue licked the blood from Agatha’s flesh. An involuntary shudder of revulsion by the witch caused the vampire to laugh out loud. “Oh I do hope Corey wins you. If you shudder from my touch, I can only imagine how you’ll respond to his sadistic sexual prowess.” She clapped her hands in a childlike manner. “He promised to let me watch and then share your blood at the end.”

His words end and linger in the air as I think. “What kind of blood do you need?” Elnora’s voice is closer than it should be as she asks the creature. “Any vampire blood is fine.” “How do we know that if we give you this that you will leave us alone. If you had this deal with the past King, why were vampires still coming into our town?” Elnora stops walking as she reaches my side. “Those that came into town were rouge. Your killer, she had every right to dispose of them as she did. If they were going to come after the people who were supplying the food for our children, we would have done it ourselves. She made our jobs easier. Something we told your King.” “How much blood do you need?” Elno

The girl questioned William for a long time until she understood the meaning of this strange behavior of mortals. Castles were given to vampires either by inheritance or captured during wars. Each of them had adjacent lands: villages, trade routes, fields and gardens, just like any other aristocratic estate. If a vampire was stupid or especially bloodthirsty, he would capture subjects, making them slaves and potential food. Such castles became the subject of stories about evil spirits and frightening tales.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor