روايات وقصص ضمن Classic Vampire Novels

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.

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

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

“Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?” Flicker. Unclear. “Oh my God, I’m going to poison him.” Buzz. “That was sass,” I snapped. “I KNOW sass when I hear it. I slid an arm under Lucien’s shoulders and lifted him gently. His head lolled against my arm, heavy and limp. “You are NOT dying,” I whispered. “I did not come this far, survive a cheating spouse, a psychotic vampire, a haunted house, AND the world’s creepiest basement to lose you now.”

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

I took the book and opened it instinctively, the pages were old and the letters were in a different language but in my eyes the words started to form and translate themselves, how? I don't know but this is certainly the book I'm looking for. Vampire Dynasty The first rulers of the vampire world emerged with the arrival of Count Dracula in the third millennium B.C. Since then, his descendants have ruled the Night World ... Reading this excerpt kept me on alert, it was like I was about to discover something relevant and then I read it.

Ace went on to explain that danger lurked in every corner of that horrid city. Vampires of all ages scavenged in the night looking for prey to sink their itchy fangs on, while drinking a delectable taste of blood, bringing ecstasy and ease to their lifeless veins. I once heard my colleagues saying that vampires had no hearts or the red kind of blood in their bodies. That's why they have cravings and tend to kill without mercy when they face someone who isn't their own. Most especially us werewolves who tend to compete with them in status. They are proud creatures who can't tolerate the existence of others.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

he asked but it sounded more like a demand. I nod my head "you may start" Vera said with a reassuring smile on her face. Looking down at my paper I can feel my nerves almost engulf me. Untill a hand is placed on top of mine under the table, looking over Felix nods his head at me and squeeze's my hand in encouragement. Taking in a deep breath I begin "Vampires came to power in the early 1500's after an uprising in the mid to late 1400's against the witches due to the practice of sacrificial magic" I said before clearing my throat still a little nervous.

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.