Desmond Book Vampire Novels & Stories

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

“You’re one of mine.” It was Sam’s turn to be shocked. The second she said it, he knew it to be true. He had sensed something when he’d first seen her, and now he knew. She was one of his. A vampire. That’s why she was unafraid. “Nice takedown,” she said, gesturing at the bear. “A little messy, wouldn’t you say? Why not go for a deer?” Sam smiled. Not only was she pretty—she was funny.

He's just too strong and too powerful. For a brief second, I wonder again if this isn't a breach of the contract. I didn't sign up to be tortured and hurt by other people or vampires. Did I just happen to be chosen by the most problematic vampire on earth? Or are they all like this? Violent and abusive? "Ahhh," Desmond says, suddenly throwing me to the floor. I land with a thud, thanking Ronan's good taste in having such polished hardwood floors. Anything harder and I would have broken a bone.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

However, when he stepped in, he was shocked when he saw her condition. Her face was red with bruises and her beautiful cheeks had various handprints on them and her cheery lips were torn. He suddenly felt angry and his only instinct is to kill as he jumped into the room, surprising the four people in the room. The three Vampires felt the aura of death near them, and before they could register anything, they saw their third one, the skeletal man's heart on the floor and the man's expression itself was of shock. Like a beast, Derek charged at the vampiress and tore her head off, leaving behind John who is going to experience the hell.

My eyes widened in shock, nearly popping out of their sockets when I grabbed one of them, my eyes zeroing in on the title. The origin of the creatures of the night. “Fuck,” I whispered, staggering backwards as though I had been shoved by an invisible force. The only question that lingered on my tongue was what the heck have I done to her? She had been reading about Vampires, dabbling in dark books and straying from everything she had known and believed in all her life. I didn't know how that was supposed to make me feel but I could discern that the tightening of my chest right now wasn't something good.

Travis had left someone he loved, but the other hunters didn't know about that, and he intended to keep it that way. Three weeks ago, Jeremiah's son, Evan Desmond had been killed by a vampire in Greeneville. The police called it an animal attack, but they knew better, and Jeremiah was having none of it. He wanted to avenge his son's death so badly, and that desperation was going to be the death of all of them if care wasn't taken.

The other werewolves didn’t like that I was able to get an upper hand, so another leapt at me with brute force that toppled me. I hit my head on a rock, and I felt that it was the same place that was stitched earlier. I touched my head, felt the blood gushing like a stream, and thought it was over until I heard Desmond’s voice from behind me. “Didn’t we just stitch that?” he said cynically, coming to where I could see the dark and spiteful murderous look on his face. He didn’t look like the handsome prince charming that had swept me off my feet at the ball, or the caring lover that I had shared an affectionate kiss with. He looked like a sadist, someone that enjoyed pain and suffering.

he screamed out loud then gave him an uppercut which sent him to the ground. Desmond move towards him and snapped his neck, he stood up and made to leave the place but he stopped. He returned and pick up the dagger and stab him countless times on his chest before slitting his throat just to be sure he doesn't have any power to resurrect himself. Desmond left the place and climb the stairs up to the main house not minding his nakedness. He went to the parlor and saw both mother and daughter sitting on the couch watching a movie. " aren't you too relaxed " Desmond said and they both sprang up to their feet with fear written all over their faces.