Diary Of A Vampire Novels & Stories

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

It was written with quill ink. He read the first paragraph—the chronicles of Demetrius. He continued reading. “Today I turned 70 and I decided to write about my life. It isn't easy being a vampire. I had a severe episode of bloodlust and ended up feeding on a human. Well, luckily for me, the human is still alive.”

I shrugged, popping a piece of the marshmallow popcorn and my tastebuds explode at the sweetness. Karina sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. She clicks a button, and the projector crystalizes the images into a 4D experience. “That’s not what I mean. Books are your escapism, and this is mine.” A brunette girl is journalling in a graveyard, a single crow landing closer to her as her voice narrators the death of her parents. “What is this?” I asked, intrigued by the eerie smog surrounding her. “It’s called The Vampire Diaries, a cultural phenomenon, a classic.” She beamed, “It was released in 2009 actually.”

he pulls off his shirt and his shorts, before laying himself next to me again. --------------- Dear Diary… Waking up to be told you are not in fact dying and that you are in heat was not what I thought I would be discovering today! Being a werewolf is messed up! Why do they have to make things so complicated?! This heat idea is fucked up. There is no other words for it. It is beyond uncomfortable. Painful. I just want to get it done with now.

This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw. Inside that book was various ways to kill a vampire.

So much could’ve changed these past four years. “You came up here to see if I was okay,” she said, almost as if she knew. A small smile stretched across her face. “You never change.” She nudged me. “If it’s something from my diary, I think … I think I’ll be okay with it. If I’m not and it gets to be too much for me, I’ll say …vampire.” “Vampire,” I repeated, feeling my canines extend, the saliva pooling in my mouth, from just looking at her.

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.

And yes I'm writing all this as a story like you have read in fantasies. But it's true. And I'll add this in my will that my diary will be passed on to my son and so on. I don't know why I'm doing this but I really want people to realise that such creatures exist around us. Yes, vampires do exist. And they aren't harmful like we've read or like we were told. They also deserve love, respect and rights. ------------------- [Genevieve’s pov]

I reach out and grab the journal, trying to steady my trembling hands as I read the words written on the yellowed pages. "The Diary of Cassian Devin." My fingers trace the words, feeling the weight of the revelation sink in. Cassian Devin? That's a journal written by The First Vampire who looks the same as me!? I lift the journal from the desk as my eyes scan the elegant handwriting that fills the lines of the current page the journal was open to. Dear Diary, Today is the 10th day since Eleanor had left me behind. I still can't find our baby Danielle. All, I could find were ashes near my Eleanor's bloody body which once used to be warm and vibrant.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.