Detective Vampire Novels & Stories

The mark on the nape of the lady's neck, the unmistakable bite—this was the work of a vampire. A wave of adrenaline surged through me, heightening my senses and triggering an instinctive response from my inner wolf. Without hesitation, I swiftly moved towards Leonard's body, where Detective Cordelia, Inspector Mark, and Magdalena stood in somber contemplation. My hand trembled slightly as I raised Leonard's long hair, my eyes scanning the exposed nape of his neck. There it was—the same mark, the undeniable evidence of another vampire attack. The presence of a supernatural predator in our midst sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel the agitation of my inner wolf, its instincts pushing

They were busted for sure. “Vampire blood is quite different from human blood. Our detectors locate the heme and the toxins in their bloodstream, indicating if a person is a vampire. It took us years to perfect, but we’ve done it. My sensor went off slightly the day I met Ken. It could’ve just been broken that day, but after I left your job, it was gone,” he said, before going into his pockets and pulling out a piece of paper. “Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything. That’s my cell.”

He repeated without taking the blanket held in her outstretched hand. As she turned, she still shielded her eyes. Peeking through to make sure he was not lying, she dropped her hand when she seen him clothed, at least his lower half anyway. "So what is so important you needed to talk about?" He asked. "I'm a Private Investigator and I've been working on a case for weeks now with no clue as to who the suspect is or how the deaths were related. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what was really going on. All the victims were drained of blood and had their throats ripped out. I've just now realized that it was vampires that are killing at random. I need your help to eliminate who ever ha

He closed the book and placed it on the table, “it’s your job to make sure he, your ‘boyfriend’, doesn’t find out. You got good skills… Honestly, I don’t know what will hurt him more, you playing him for blood or, you as a vampire.” She finished unpacking the blood bags and shut the fridge, “let me worry about that. Talking of which, how is it going with you and the detective? What does she know?” she queried handing him a blood bag. He picked the bag and an empty glass, “I am still working on it. I think she may have seen me at the scene. She might be suspecting something too,” he said as he poured blood into the glass. As she sat on the couch, “what else did you expect? She is a detective,

Gertrude stopped to catch her breath and watched how Velmont and Deltas lured the golems away from her. They continued running while Velmont tried to scan every room using the coin. “Thank god these golems are slow.” He said playfully as he pointed the coin to every corner while the Deltas made sure of his safety. Delta Dimitry chuckles, making light of their situation while Delta Sevy is looking at Velmont with scrutiny. He wants to ask him about Vesper. “Vesper is a vampire, and she works with the detectives. "Now there are vampires around the manor fighting alongside us against the Black Order,” he said to himself.

He stated quietly, taking another step towards me. I barely had any time to react to that before he bent down a bit and cupped my cheek with one his hands. I instinctively leaned into his hand. His face had turned serious. "I know you've been through this before, but the vampires working there are always different and you never know what to expect." He paused for a second, moving the collar of the hoodie to make sure that the mark on my neck was visible, "If what you said is true, be sure to make this as visible as possible at all times."

I hope he didn't suspect me. "Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you try to steal for Terry -" "Danny, focus." "Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this?

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want Danté dead, the man was like a brother to him. He scanned the pages and nearly choked when he saw the last entry 'Skyler stander!?' A vampire bitten by Vlad!? Danté managed to track someone like her down!? Where the fuck did he find it? Who was his informant!? Vincent took out a private phone, his little side scheme, then on it mapped the location, so that was where he came from? He decided to give it a check, might as well since Rebecca was now down wind, he started the RV and set off.

I couldn’t say anything else. Something streaked through the air with such speed that it was impossible for me to distinguish it. I closed my eyes in surprise, breathing for at least a second before facing reality again. The plaintive sound of the attacker gave me great satisfaction. It was a blink, but that was enough to put Donovan Vladimir San Victores into the equation. “What have you said?” I heard the creepy question from the vampire. “Let’s go. Repeat it.” It was a challenge. His posture was threatening. His hand was bloody, but a glance allowed me to see that it wasn’t his. He had broken our attacker’s nose in mere seconds.