Classic Vampire Novels Novels & Stories

That alone told me this wasn’t just a boring history lecture anymore. “They’re often mistaken for succubi,” Melinda said. “But the Velari are older. And far more dangerous.” She started pacing the front of the room, her heels clicking lightly but the silence swallowing the sound. “They live in human bodies. Women, mostly. But they don’t feed on blood. Or simple lust. No, they thrive on emotional energy. Desire. Craving. Longing.” I stared at her. “Especially from vampire men,” she added, stopping in her tracks, eyes cold and sharp. “The ones with quiet strength. The soft ones. The kind ones. They’re like… wine to a Velari.”

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

The finale to this night. "The Vampire will die."

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.