Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Vampires

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

The vampires didn't know they existed until his friend Arden had accidentally found one of them about 500 years ago. When Scott had found Renee, she had been looking for him too. He had thought she was a true blood, but he soon realized the error of his judgment when she had taken an arrow directly to her heart for him. He had thought he lost her just as he found her. But, she had turned into a cat before his eyes and she was back alive. Since they both share the same father, he knew her mother must be someone from the cat family. The cat family aren't so famous in the underworld, neither are they famous in the stupid scary stories the humans told their little ones. Vampires on the other han

No wonder some people get addicted to it. The memory of what happened last night makes me shudder, and I try not to think of those men's threats. Now I just want to enjoy being alone for the first time in a while, so I go down to the library and search for something to read. There's an entire shelf dedicated to novels about vampires, which is amusing to find inside a vampire's library, so I pick one called Carmilla and settle down in an armchair. I'm ten pages into it when the door opens abruptly.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

he said showing me a book about vampires. I smiled, yes I will read this book about vampires. Because I am very interested in vampires and I have finished one story about vampires. I also approached Akira and grabbed the book in his hand. Then sat on the sofa, then Akira approached me. He sat beside me. I looked at the cover of this book, which was written about the vampire clan. Opens the first page explaining about the vampire kingdom in ancient times. I started reading this book.

The prying sensation of the mind’s-eye. “Err—no. No, there’s nothing.” I tried to sound as confident in my answer as I could. But if this man had seen any thoughts concerning Dawn in my head, I might have been in trouble. “It is just these books… they really fascinate me.” “Ah, young vampires are always thrilled at first by the old tales of the Lobo. Some believe that there must be more to it than just ink on paper.” He spoke like a sage. Full of wisdom.

Why hadn’t I noticed that before? The feel of my nipples hardening in response to my body’s discovery that my boarder was a sexy hottie reminded me that I was wearing a flimsy tee shirt with no bra. I quickly pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. “I never was able to figure out where that damnable vampires turning into bats story came from,” he said, mindless of my nipple dilemma. “Braham Stoker, I believe,” I mused as I sipped my cooled coffee.

With a single wave of her hand, the gravity suddenly changed beneath Willow's feet as the world sucked her back in. ---------- Willow let out a gasp as she sat up, the room dimly lit by the crackling fireplace behind her. Hecate's book laid out on the ground beside the couch, the cover closed again. She panted, feeling her body drenched in sweat as she glanced around in confusion. It was dark out as she stood up slowly, a dizzy wave washed over her, sending her back down to the couch. She swallowed, but her throat hurt. She licked her lips, tasting metallic at the corner of her mouth. She felt around her teeth, unsure of where the blood had come from when something rustled behind her. As she