Diary Of A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

As I gazed upon the delicate and colorful bone china -laden with a myriad of intricately sculpted puddings, fruits, and vegetables- lining the center of the table and the gold trimmed goblets awaiting fresh, robust blood, I thought any royal table in the land would pale in comparison. I was surprised to discover that vampires in Vampire Land were also vegetarians. The fact that they insisted on human blood lured me into the trap of believing the fallacies and folklore that vampires survived solely on blood. I don’t know why I thought that. After all, Verso vampires ate a vegetarian diet as well as animal blood, so why wouldn’t the vampires of Vampire Land eat vegetarian along with human bl

They didn't know a vampire had taken advantage of the chaos to infiltrate their ranks. Silently, the vampire slipped through the area, scanning his surroundings. He had a clear goal in mind—to find the ancient journal that contained powerful secrets. With the journal in his possession, he believed he could please his master and his people could gain an advantage over the werewolves. So, he believed but he never really knew why he was sent to steal. Well, it didn't matter. It was his job to get it nonetheless. However, when the vampire reached the spot where the journal was usually kept, he discovered that it was gone. He was confused at first then he quickly had intense anger. The journal ha

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

She’s always there, ready to split us apart. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to take a step back, to figure out how this all began. How I even got here in the first place. It all started in New York. New York, my God. It feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. I was just a normal, typical teenager, living with a mom who didn’t like me, and who I didn’t like either, and with an annoying little brother, who I loved. But, of course, nothing was normal. I was a hybrid, or so I would learn. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. And coming of age at exactly the wrong time.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

she offered. “Already?” I gasped. “It’s been one day.” “What do ye know about vampire pregnancies?” she asked. “I didn’t even know vampires were real until I met Geo,” I replied. She pulled me into the tent and told me to sit while she dug into the sack and pulled out cold biscuits, hard cheese, and apples. I accepted them gratefully and munched while she talked.

The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions toward me. "So the coven killed him. They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it???!?" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

She brought the lantern close to one of the shelves and she saw a book that caught her eye, “Your First 100 Years as a Vampire,” She reached the diary section and saw different names of previous coven leaders and how long they had served the Nostville coven. She searched frantically till she saw a large red book at the end of the shelf, VANESSA CASTLEVANIA. It was not as old as the rest and looked like it had been opened recently. The only thing she remembered about her mother was her pale angular face and green eyes, now she had the opportunity to know more about her, about her thoughts.