Fantasy Vampire Novels & Stories

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

After the appointment Pyrite and I dropped our mate off in our room with Maxia and Meadra. Dravo followed us to the office to meet the real vampire king. The ladies were going to come back down after they freshened up. Walking into our office, Pyrite held the door open for us and Dravo and I went in. Pyrite closed the door after he entered. The man that calls himself Vandal, Stood around seven foot tall, with long white hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had electric blue eyes and a sharp face, which was common in a vampire. His frame was slight, but muscular and he had a scowl on his face.

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

MY JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR as Vivaldi nonchalantly slurps the blood off the stake that has just been used to repeatedly impale Casper like a shish kebab. "Could he be...?" I think to myself, wondering if he's another vampire like Angel. Casper lies there, seemingly lifeless after taking a solid stool to the head and numerous stab wounds. "Is he also one of them?" I question, astonished at the possibility of Casper also being a vampire.

"It was never consistent, always sporadic and unexpected." Dr. Scott was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair while he considered what I said. "Elizabeth, vampires, like werewolves, have unique talents. Not the same ones, mind you, but as effective. Vampires, in addition to their physical prowess, may enter a person's mind. If they are feeling merciful, they may blot off what is going on. They mostly employ it to increase dread since the victim's bodily response to anxiety affects how they taste."

Then, turning towards a fallen Hailey, I asked, "Is this some of your new tricks to separate me and Daniel? Because trust me they aren't working." "Don't trust me then. But, will you deny what you see with your own eyes? You won't. Right? Daniel is a vampire. Not just any vampire. He's the Vampire King of Eleneas. I saw it with my own eyes!" Hailey's words just made me narrow my eyes at the game she and her brother were playing to separate me and Daniel.

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

She stopped pacing, turning to look directly at him “You have the wrong idea. You’re not a ghost or in someone else’s body. In my experience that isn’t possible.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She watched then mimicked his action “Okay then stranger who knows everything. What happened to me really?” she asked sarcastically raising one perfect curved brow. Seb narrowed his eyes at her. Fine if she wants the truth so bad he’ll give it to her. “You’re a vampire.” ******************* . . * . .

I looked around, trying to spot any signs of movement in the darkness but the vampires seemed like ghosts, attacking quickly and then vanishing back into the night. Amidst the chaos, I had a feeling of impending danger. I sensed someone behind me, and a chilling breath touched my neck. I turned quickly, holding my dagger up, only to face the cold stare of a vampire. The vampire lunged at me with a fierce hunger, showing its teeth in a menacing snarl. I fought bravely, swinging my sword at the vampire's sharp claws. We fought fiercely, trying to stay alive but the vampire was too strong, and I couldn't defend myself well.