Fantasy Vampire Novels & Stories

His castle, once a symbol of power and immortality, was now under siege. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient stones, and Derek's heart filled with a mix of anger and determination. He would not allow these rogues to take what was rightfully his. Summoning his loyal allies, Derek took swift action. His trusted lieutenant, Cassandra, a fierce and cunning vampire with fiery red hair, stood beside him, ready to fight. She was a formidable warrior, her skills honed over the centuries. Behind them, a small band of loyal vampires prepared for battle. They were a family, bound not by blood but by their shared devotion to their lord.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

The woods whispered tales of old, and the echoes of the prophecy resonated in his mind, reminding him of the forbidden boundaries that governed his existence. Suddenly, a foreign scent wafted through the air, disrupting the familiar symphony of the forest. Intrigued yet wary, Adrian's golden eyes narrowed as they caught a glimpse of a figure gliding gracefully through the moonlit grove below. Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Well, one with enough juice to stop an elephant. “What the fuck?” the last vampire standing cries. His hair is slicked back and he’s wearing a leather jacket, looking so cliché it annoys me. The vampire shoved into my magical defense system slumps to the ground, knocked out cold. Binx and Pandora shadow around the other vampire and he snarls, slashing his fangs through the air as he charges at Pandora. In spirit form, my familiars are only corporeal when they want to be. And right now, Pandora very much wants to be the shadow she’s appearing as.

Silas huffed Fanger was the term used to describe men and women who liked having their blood sucked by vampires, some hoped to be turned someday and others just enjoyed the feeling. Most fangers were essentially walking blood bags, they had their own special rooms in the catacombs, but some Vamps prefer to feed while having sex. At the thought of this I couldn’t help but to rub the two scars on my skin above my clavicle, I never considered myself a fanger, but I guess in some ways I basically was one, except it was only with one vampire. The vamps don’t tell the fangers, but the ones hoping to be turned, never will be and all of them get discarded when they can’t produce blood fast enough be

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

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.

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

Lucifer was still looking at me, reading my every movement and expression as I listened to what Avo was saying next. "In the absence of the second element to balance Ares war hungry energy, the vampires became something much farther from humanity, they were these unstable immortal creatures that were neither humans nor Gods. They were savage and bloodthirsty, so much so that only human blood satisfied this thirst." Avo let me soak up everything that he had said as I processed that information under the heated gaze of Lucifer.

The sound of him dragging his body is deafening, and I don't think—I bite my mother without regret and let her memories fly into my skull. I won't be able to reach into them without her dying. A vampire can see the memories of the person whose blood they drank when they die, which means my mother is preparing to fall. "I know where you are!" Fabian is talking to himself and shrieking in delight as his wings flap in the brisk air. His form is genuinely monstrous; he is breaking things and slashing through trees without effort. "You can't hide from me, Alyssa! I'm your god! I was born to rule and your blood; your rich blood will make me stronger!"