Desmond Book Vampire Novels & Stories

“Let’s check the previous writings of Ness and then start writing about the camping.” “Okay,” he said and they started to read the previous posts. ### Two hours have passed since the post about camping in the jungle on social media. Becca was in the library, trying to find books on the vampires, but surprisingly she found no interesting and informative books on the subject. Almost as if someone checked out all the vampire-related books at once. Becca chuckled at that thought. After all, why would someone take all the vampire-related books at once? While looking for books, her cell-phone rang all of a sudden. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.

I could not help it, Desmond just s4eemed to always spring out the worst in me. Desmond looked at the television and scoffed humorlessly. The television was paused at a scene of Scott mid transformation. “Crappy fucking depicting f werewolves buy the way” Desmond said. I stood up and raised a brow at him “And when did you become an expert on all things werewolves?” He shrugged “I am an expert on many things Princess” he said. I rolled my eyes “whatever just give me back my popcorn-” he moved it away from me before I could reach it.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Then a photo popped up. A close-up of a study. Dim lighting. A mahogany desk. A glass of dark red liquid. And right in the center, an open ancient parchment book. My fingers froze over the keyboard. My smile died. The blood drained from my face, leaving my limbs freezing cold. Stamped on the cover of that book was a dark gold crest. A snake eating its own tail, with a bleeding ruby for an eye. The Ouroboros crest of the Valerius vampire clan.

Tilted his head. A young vampire—mid-rank, nothing special, eyes wide. Pale. Too pale. Elias smiled. The man opened his mouth. “My lord, I don’t—” Elias lifted his hand. The vampire froze, throat constricting with invisible force. Everyone watched in stunned silence as Elias murmured, “You smell… wrong.” The man trembled. “I don’t know what you mean—” “I do,” Elias said gently. “Snakes. Breeding. In your skin. Whispers slithering in your blood.”

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

Its soulless eyes glowed like burning coals, its breath steaming as it snarled, towering above the ruin it had carved through the halls of the pack’s stronghold. And at its feet was Desmond. “Desmond!” she screamed, snapping out of her paralysis. She ran. Her heels clacked against the blood-smeared stone floor, the folds of her gown catching ash and dirt as she dropped to her knees beside him. Desmond was coughing, his body wracked with tremors. Blood poured from his lips, painting his teeth a sickly red. “Desmond, what the hell happened?” Her voice was trembling, a blend of rage and panic. “How—how did you let it do this to you?”

a little Blood. Desmond scoffed. “I should’ve known. No wonder Mother hates you. You never change.” He stepped closer, voice low and threatening. “If you don’t stop this now, you’ll regret it.” And, he turned and stormed out. I stayed there, staring at the door. Desmond rarely came after me like this. Unless his mother was behind it, He really wanted Vivian.. My phone buzzed. A message from Daniel. “Booked.” I exhaled, rubbing my jaw.

A voice suddenly interrupted "I guess that'll be me" The moment I turned to see Dimitri walking in, I knew things were about to get bloody but I smirked as I remembered that I'm a bloody vampire, I can't die as they would.