Draw Anime Vampire Novels & Stories

the attacker growled at Aeneas just as he received a hit in the guts. "Back off from what you said you wanted to do… and I will stop…" Aeneas repeated just before he sent another hit to the man's throat. The man bent over and coughed; for vampires, a hit in the throat seemed to have the same result as a hit in the groin would do to a human. He started coughing blood and then he grunted. He tilted his head slightly to meet Aeneas' eyes and growled. "Tis not what I want… tis what I will do… and you won't stop me from meeting my Anima Alterum…" His eyes glowing with a deep blue essence.

he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.

"Oh, o-okay... Then, what happened?" It took a few seconds before he continued. "After that, the female vampire prayed to the demon that created them to lift her curse. She prayed to walk under the sun without turning into ashes, and then she prayed to quench her thirst for human blood. Surprisingly, the demon answered and granted her wish, but with conditions. She has to make an offering of one hundred souls and give up her powers and immortality. And she did it." "Wait, does that mean she killed a hundred people to become human?"

Damn, I thought. She was obviously in a bad mood. The young vampire cringed and transported away. A split-second later, Monica disappeared after him. None of us moved. We'd seen the young ones do this often enough. A split-second later she returned, holding him suspended in the air by his throat. She had gone "hissy face," her teeth longer than normal and her face etched in a monstrous scowl. She brought the vampire down to her mouth and ripped out his throat. Seconds later, young vampire Charles was nothing but ash.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

Prince Andre stormed the vampire and smashed it through one of the flimsy window shutters. Prince Andre was almost no match for the vampire that was shredding him to pieces. The vampire started to scream in agony as the first rays of sunlight hit him. He tried to get back into his shed but without being able to use his vampire strength in daylight prince Andre gained the upper hand. Prince Andre used all his strength to keep the vampire outside, watching the vampire’s flesh being burnt off. Prince Andre felt his own heart failing him, ‘The gunshot must be fatal then,’ he thought, biting the vampire where the flesh was already exposed. Prince Andre willed himself to drink the vampire’s bl

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.

The vampire screamed in pain and punched Cassandra repeatedly, but she wouldn't let go and bit him hard. "I submit! I fucking submit!" the vampire yelled. Satisfied with the outcome, Cassandra stayed away from him. She sat while panting. She's sure that the punches she got will be bruised later. Cassandra looked at her mate and saw him looking at her too. His both hands were balled into a fist. She tried to stand up, but she was starting to get dizzy. "Please, not now! Hold on a little longer," Cassandra said. "I'll hold on. We will win Cassy," her wolf answered.

Her hair fell over her eyes, which burned red with rage. A chorus of howls made her flinch. I pounced, aiming for her legs instead of her upper body, like she expected. As I took her to the ground my pack mates exploded from the trees all around me, each one expertly taking down a vampire two-to-one. Those not battling surrounded Aniyah. Out of the corner of my eye, Brett shifted back, already bending over her. Four members of the pack leaned in, covering him. Xavier strode out from the trees in human form. I glanced at Aniyah, who quickly understood what I needed.