Daywalker Vampire Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

Since he recently discovered that even though he was a werewolf, millionaire, he wasn't a good father, his daughter committed suicide, at that time, with a stake in the chest, she died, because her father didn't accept her relationship with a vampire, even if there is a truce, the man was very traditional. So, arranging to go towards the burial, he found out where the vampires that walked during the day, due to the fact that they went through a ceremony, they had a presence, in addition to a dark mist like a shadow that outlined their bodies, during the sunny days, as that city only rained, thick clouds that they followed the procession of Chekov 's daughter , who was there wailing. As Sasha

One day walker vamp that was outside, on his way back from his shift caught our scent. "Daywalker," I told dad telepathically, "run". We both ran as fast as we could in human form but as we were getting more tired and breathless, our wolves emerged halfway to our escape, leaving our clothes behind. The vampire that spotted us was chasing us with his vampire speed and managed to get on my back, clinging to my wolf's fur. Simba tried to bring him down with a high jump but it was to no avail. Dad's wolf growled and jumped over both of us and bit his finger off, removing his daylight ring. The vamp screeched and screamed until the sun boiled him inside out leaving his skin burnt black with smoke

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

My power was greater than ever, yet I was no longer bound by the vampire curse. In a blinding flash of light, the entire ritual circle collapsed. I stood in the center of the ruins, feeling the immense power thrumming inside me. The sun fell on my skin. It was warm and comforting, not burning. I had done it. I was a Daywalker. "Elena..." Cassian stared at me, his eyes filled with shock and... relief? "Elena!" Adrian started to rush forward to embrace me. But just then, a majestic voice thundered from the heavens.

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,

Things can’t get any better right? After 39 minutes of angry waiting my uncle finally showed up in his convertible impala, I had a ton of important questions to ask him like “how is Gwen able to come out during day time?” Good work brain My uncle laughed then said “Because she is a day walker a special breed of vampires who can walk under the sun without any harm, this ability makes she and her mother important to Verktout because they are the only day walkers alive”. So that’s why her dad picks her up late huh interesting...”Why did my dad send me here?” His face hardened as soon as I finished my question.

Most crawlers drag their victims around until they get bored and bury the bodies. Last but not least, there are the Daywalkers- an unusual mutation that occurs when a human woman that carries a child is bitten by a vampire and gives birth to it before becoming a vampire herself. Daywalkers can walk around during the day, mingle, and feed on human food. There is no other information about them, but the vampires know that there are already more than a dozen Daywalkers. They are one of the biggest threats to the old vampires- a new, superior species. Most Daywalkers live as humans without knowing their true selves; therefore, it's nearly impossible to track them down. Personally, I'm obsessed w

He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he could track Mara and their members down later. Once home, he felt the power getting even stronger. He was super energized and felt a vision coming on. Well, that hasn’t happened in a while. His thoughts were racing, and he sat down in his favorite recliner next to his fireplace in his Master Suite. He reclined back and let the vision take over. He saw her! It was Amber, the schoolteacher. She was at home, in her bed. He saw her as if he were in her room. He approached her as she lay in her bed. He reached out to touch her to find out why she was tossing and turning and see if she was ill. Then she woke up and stared at him. She didn’t scream and she

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