Diary Of A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

“Tell me everything that you remember since you came here.” Jon saw Dante’s intense gaze and felt compelled to recount everything that he had experienced since he came to Orsica. He mentioned hearing the screams of the paintings the first time he saw them at the entrance hall and how the screams eventually softened into whispers and evoked emotions akin to what one feels when watching a play or a movie. When Jon recounted seeing a giant lizard with red eyes scaling the walls of the mansion, Dante smiled slightly. Jon then admitted seeing Dante glide across the room towards the cowering forms of Flora and her daughter and how Dante withdrew his hand as if burned upon touching the sanaria. Fin

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

Was that where they slept? She tried to think back to all the vampire lore she had ever heard. Sleeping in coffins. Awake at night. Superhuman strength and speed. Pain in the sunlight. It all seemed to add up. She herself felt some pain in the sun. But it wasn’t unbearable. And she was impervious to the holy water. What’s more, this place, the Cloisters, was filled with crosses: there were enormous crosses everywhere. Yet it didn’t seem to affect these vampires. In fact, this seemed to be their home. She wanted to ask Caleb about all of this, and more, but didn’t know how to begin. She settled on the last one.

Kyle opened it quickly and swirled inside. Aidan was sat at his desk. He swiveled in his chair and gasped when he saw Kyle standing there. “Can I help you?” he said, adjusting his glasses. Kyle pulled up a spare chair and sat himself down, his face uncomfortably close to Aidan’s. “As a matter of fact, you can,” he said. He smirked as Aidan leaned back, trying to get some space between them. It was then that Kyle noticed the book that lay open on Aidan’s desk. He hadn’t been able to read all that well in his human days, but he could still recognize the word vampire.

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.

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Meanwhile, I sat inside the library of the Winter Garden, turning the entire place upside down to get information on vampires. “Strange.” I mumbled as I looked through the book titles. There weren’t many books or detailed information on vampires. It was all the basics, like how to kill a vampire with a wooden stake and all. Nothing that I didn’t know. I sighed as I flipped through the last book and threw it. Why was there not much information about the biggest rivals of wolves? I massaged my temple with my two fingers when my tired gaze fell on the open book that I had thrown across the room out of frustration.

I need to figure out a way fast. The rest of the day was spent thinking and re-thinking . First in the next morning I woke very early and left for the library. The library is at the very centre of the pack. It's very big and has section for different genres. I began searching for the history book. The first book that caught my attention is the originality of vampires. That piqued my interest and I settled down to read in. I read for a long time and I wasn't seeing anything tangible. I was about closing the book when my eyes sighed a sentence. Vampire's are affected by sunlight, drugs, silver and garlic.

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Vladimir explained. “He can remain in the basement until sunset for safety, and you and your fellow traveler can stay here,” Dad offered, and Vladimir bowed his head. “Thank you,” he responded gratefully. Just as Nikolai and Alexei turned to leave, Vladimir called out, “Nikolai!” He turned back, curious. “This diary belonged to a true king before you—a previous vampire king. The old king must have kept it safe after he killed him. You should have it. It might aid you in carrying this enormous responsibility.” He handed Nikolai a weathered book with an air of reverence.