Fledgling Vampires Novels & Stories

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Then as if he realized the severity of the topic, his eyes widened and panic was obvious in his facial expressions but he was also aware that he was no longer in power to handle these things. “Vampires…?” Mauricio murmured. “We have learned from asking around that these blood suckers are creating an army of newborns, as we speak. No one can make a wild guess of how many have they gathered but eyes from everywhere stood witness that this move started just this morning,” Ethan answered.

Tonight could get ugly. I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a moment, feeling out into the night. They were definitely coming, and there were more of them than I had expected. I thought we’d knocked out most of the Vampires in the area during our raids. The deeper I probed, the more I realized most of these were newbies, created recently for just such an event. I guess a Vampire’s a little bit like a cockroach. You can do your best to squish them, but if you leave one or two around, soon enough, you’ll find yourself infested again.

The dim forest wasn’t helping much. "Do I know you?” I asked. " ...I don't k-know...” he slurred and then stumble forward again. Slowly the nerves began creeping in. If humans were frighteningly unpredictable intoxicated, how much more frightening and unpredictable were vampires? He was however gaining distance on me and I realised that I needed to make the first move. I lunged for him, catching him off guard, but he was extremely fast, and I tripped and fell. He jumped on top of me, inspecting my face.

I grasped my cheeks with both hands, already feeling it beginning to swell, I retracked my mind from my master, blocking him out completely as tears swelled in my eyes. I remained there, on the floor, refusing the look up at the creature who had tricked me into trusting him. Never trust a vampire, that’s what my mum always said. They were undead creatures without feeling, they didn’t care who they injured in their advance to power. How could I have been so foolish? He killed my mother! it was as though I had developed stockholm syndrome, believed that he was more than a monster. I was wrong. I had wanted to be back in his care so badly, I had let myself fall for the trick that all vampires p

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

Their eyes, deprived of the controlled, chemical glow, dilated into abyssal pits of pure, insatiable famine. They swarmed out from the vents, the rafters, and the shattered mirrors”a legion of starving, feral things. Cattleya stood atop the frozen, silent heart of the machine, her body a statue of silver filaments and frost. She watched as the first wave of vampires descended upon the cathedral floor, their movements no longer graceful, but twitching, insectile, and frantic. They didn't see her as a person. They saw her as the only remaining vessel of the "blood"—the source of the power that had sustained them for centuries.

I had to pour some chunk at his face before I could flee. **** The next day... It was time we carry out the funeral of another dead druid. Cedeno wanted us to leave but...mother wouldn't listen. We were holding the funeral before the fuse started. I couldn't believe he penetrated our impediment and got inside the building. He was going to fight because everyone was in bad mood. I knew it was him I met the previous day so I stood to ponder...a vampire never crossed it. I realized myself being the only one standing when other witches joined their hands with my mother to strangle his neck in the atmosphere. I found my hand raised to contend with the force they were employing. All eyes turned ba