Diary Of A Vampire Novels & Stories

Jasper’s Pov I was almost positive I was the only gay vampire alive in the world. Now don't get it wrong, I slept with humans all the time, but I wanted a long-term companion. I also only liked redheads. Which was difficult in a city crowded with brunettes. I myself had short choppy black hair and a muscular build. I stood at 6'2 and women went crazy over me. Of course, that would be different if people knew I was a vampire. But who believed in that type of shit anymore? I was walking down the street; it was a silent night, kind of chilly out, which would explain why no one was around. I no longer had an interest in the world; back in the 1800s in Paris, people partied and fucked like wild a

He rummaged through his desk until he came across a notebook and a pen. “Will this work?” He asked, walking over to me. I nodded. “Perfect,” I answered, taking the supplies from him. “Thank you.” With that, I opened the notebook and began writing about my personal adventures. I wrote about everything that had happened to me. Some stuff was hard to write about. I hated remembering that new vampire and everything he had done. I hated remembering how he felt and how he made me feel. But I wrote it and by the time I finished, I had filled out multiple pages and I was satisfied. I knew in my heart that this was going to be the story that everybody talked about.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

MY DIARY, MY INFERNO. That was the title of what he was holding. And it was clear to her that it was not the diary of Dark Coll or any other prominent writer of literature. That diary, the one in leopard print, the one that had the same description that his teacher had told them a few days before and that he himself had held in his hands, Melia's diary. He couldn't help but keep his feline gaze on that diary. He wanted it, he wanted to be able to read it.

I sprint behind the building. I sniff abd smile over brother Rowans blood. Like a hungry blood thirsty vampire, I lick dry it's contents off my blood. I sigh reliefed. Such cool and smooth antidote it is. I feel it perform it wonders. How it cleanse every venom off my skin. I sigh more. I eyes unexpectedly twitches. It blinks rapidly. My vision blur's. I stagger. Something seems wrong Everywhere goes blank.

When the last ray of sunshine turns as red as blood, when the Red Moon becomes full, our victory is near. I swallowed and scrambled for my laptop, trying to copy the test as it started to shift and become illegible again. I managed to get it all down just as it vanished. I blotted my nose and smeared the blood across the page, hoping there was enough blood there to reveal more words. The passage before and after it until I could ready the full page. It was written in a very flowery way, but it was written like a journal, I think. This had to have been written by a vampire or a werewolf with a deep connection to vampires.

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

But I only ever dismissed all of those as hearsay, some old lore people told for entertainment. And yet here was I, staring right into the eyes of a vampire. “Vampire…” was all that I managed to croak out despite the jungle of thoughts that swam through my head. He reached out a hand, and I watched in horror as he did so, until his knuckles gently grazed across my cheekbone. His smile widened, “Yes, indeed I am.”

He started to read it. “Day one without Darius. I don’t know how my little angel and I are going to survive this separation but Valerie has been really helpful to us. We had to move down here because some people believe it’s an abomination for a werewolf and a vampire to fall in love and get married but that was what Darius and I did and we have two beautiful children. A boy and my little girl” It went on and on. Damian smiled at the diary “It is okay if you get bored but there’s something you should see” Anna said, flipping the diary to the center.

"You're one of them…" Curled into a fetal position on my bed I squeezed my eyes closed. "One of what?" I groaned. When he didn't answer, I saw him studying me with something that looked like awe. Bernard knew certain things, and one of those things might have to do with certain Vampires knowing how to walk in the day, maybe even crying real tears. I wouldn't try to force Bernard to talk about things that he clearly couldn't. "How long will I feel this way?"