Diary Of A Vampire Novels & Stories

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.

This time, he get a scissor from his drawer to cut off the tape in able to open the box. He slowly uncover the box until he found out what's inside. He covered his nose with his hands. He waved his hands in front of his face to lessen the stinks he smelled from it. It's a dead bat and there's a blood everywhere. He took the box and forcibly threw it on the grabage outside his gate. "Who the hell did this to me? Arrrggghhhh!" His fangs slowly appeared and also his eyes glowed like the planet Mars. He took a deep breath. He had class tomorrow so he must have to stay calm. No matter what they plan for him, the class must go on. Diana's mother had no power to report him to the police. They had n

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.

bethany said “we were only out a day?” dius asked Bethany nodded “another first I've never seen someone come back from the bite and the sharing of blood with a vampire so quickly, i am fascinated” bethany said She frowned at the implication “what could possibly have upset you about what she said?” dius asked letting out a breath in annoyance “she’s making it seem like we are lab rats or something i don’t like it” she said crossing her arms as she moved her shoulders angrily

But what caught my attention were the walls. The Notes, Printed articles and Newspaper clippings are all about Vampires, nah..I think it's mostly about us. I stepped closer as my fingers grazed one of the pages. Vampires, their killing methods and weaknesses. I smirked. "Oh, little stepsister, what are you planning?" There were diagrams, scribbled notes in the margins, even a sketched-out escape route. She was so fucking obsessed that the thought she could outmaneuver us was almost adorable.

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.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

She exclaimed as if she had made a great discovery, a silence that did not understand what she was saying, but he found it a logical and sufficient justification to convince her that he needed blood in such huge quantities. I got out in a hurry and he tried to get up from the bed, but he was completely helpless. He exhaled narrowly, thinking that he had to recover quickly and leave this place before his case was exposed, or else it would be a disaster for him and the people of his kind. Eating it checks its content. [The Vampire Diaries] He read the title, furrowing his eyebrows at a vampire!! He opened it and read in it: [For more than a century, I have been hiding in the dark places alone

I said as Cassian grabbed the journal once again. "Everything about vampires revolves around blood," Cassian continued. "So if Mother wants to tell us something in her diary, then our blood should activate it!" While Sylver stared between Cassian and me—still trying to understand what we were talking about, Cassian cut himself without blinking. Then he pressed his bleeding palm over the first empty page of the journal. We all held our breaths, watching as the first drops descended over the old pages. A bright light suddenly erupted through the journal like a silent fire had been set up.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of