Daywalker Vampire Novels & Stories

“I’m not! I track down and kill your kind! My only interest is finding out why Lucian wants you so badly,” said Selene, the heroine of Underworld. I watched the movie intently on my bed as I unconsciously rubbed the spot where I was bitten when I was six years old. I gazed down at my left shoulder, even though the bite marks had faded long ago it had left something else behind in return. Just like Blade from the movies, I am classified as a Daywalker. Meaning, I can walk freely around in the sun without worrying about it burning me into ashes, but I still craved human blood like any other Vampire.

I read aloud, my excitement growing as I held the book upright. This was exactly what I needed. Because Dylan was no ordinary vampire. He was a daywalker who had lived for centuries, yet he was still very active. This meant that he would be able to see ahead of any attack. “Hmm… I just have to be extra careful if I’m going to trick him then,” I muttered, skimming through another book in the same theme. My eyes rolled over the pages when I saw the sections for substances that could slow him down. “Garlic…” I hissed, glaring at the author. “Of course it would be a human… dumb creatures.”

he went on to explain, “I think it’s because of inbreeding. They’re called day-walkers. Those who have more difficulty with the sun—they walk in it, but don’t do well in brilliant sunshine—are labeled night-walkers because they prefer the hours of little or no sun. A rogue of either breed of vampire loses his tolerance for the sun and lives more like that of a night-walker. Some can walk in the day, but only when the sun’s rays are limited. It’s something about the reaction of the human DNA that remains in them with the human blood they drink that does it. Night-walkers tend to avoid tropical paradises and stick to places where the sun isn’t as brilliant. Rogues lose their ability to tolerat

"What is being deliberated is whether or not you are attempting to mislead the Council." "Mislead them? I'm just trying to die." "That's the point. By being placed in the sun you will not die. You are a day-walker." I felt faint. "I can walk in the day?" He watched me without answering. I remembered Paul saying that my head had gotten in the sun briefly and nothing had happened. Then I remembered Alexis saying that if I could walk in the day never to tell any other Vampire. I understood, then, that they thought I was trying to cheat them the way I had—

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

He replied. I shook my head. “You're a vampire. And yet you walked around during the daytime.” I said. “How?” “Don't believe everything you read in books, darling,” Cassian said with a wink. “Cassian is a day walker. The sun does not affect him. He's a vampire from the pure royal line as well.” Jaxon replied, heading for the staircase. “I'll be down for the dinner in a few minutes.” I looked at Cassian. “So, you're like what, a prince?”

It was a daywalker vampire, which means a true blood vampire. He wasn't like the other vampires from the last attack; he seemed to have a majestic aura compared to them. Also, he was attacking me, instead; he was here to save me. While the witches were chanting their spells on me, he came from nowhere, then crack one of the witch's necks, causing her to fall dead. When the first girl fell on the ground, the other two followed her.

I’m getting used to his behavior appearing in front of me every second and gone. His back was leaning on the invincible air and he was not in his white tunic uniform replaced in an elegant suit and tie. “I’m telling you, he’s a cursed one, too.” “Too?” “A vampire who walks under the sunlight,” “A daywalker.” I said, “how can you say that,” “That what?” “That he’s a vampire? He doesn’t look like one,” “Believe me, and he only want something precious to you,” “My blood?” “Your voice,”

I said, confused. "Daywalkers." He said. "What?" I asked. "Some vampires can walk in the day. We haven't figure out how, but they can." He said. And I realized that we really needed to get back to the pack even faster now. We were being so much more vigilant this time, in case there were more vampires lurking in the woods. In case there were more people hanging around. But we didn't stop. We finally got to a small town that looked like it only had a couple hundred people in it and the houses looked pretty nice and there was one house right at the top of the town that we could see as we were entering that was so much nicer than all the other houses.

I ask. Vesper gives me a mysterious little smile. “Our bloodline is daywalkers.” “Daywalkers are a myth,” I say without thinking. “Yes, that’s what everyone believes, and lets keep it that way, shall we?” “Then why are you telling me?” Vesper doesn’t answer me. Instead, he walks around the bed and opens another door. “Bathroom,” he says. “You’ll find everything you need inside.” I peek into the sparkling clean bathroom then turn back to the vampire. “What…What do you want?”