Frankenstein Novels & Stories

The penanggal breed of east Asia. The third vampire looked a bit like a human. But with very pale skin, with spots and blemishes, red and glossy eyes, muscle-filled body, brooded figure, sharper-looking fangs and nails like that of the Wolverine. He was the guard vampire; The gatekeeper. The Neuntoter from the German vampire species. The vampire that was popularly known as the 'nine killers'

“As you wish Alastor.” Thomas leaves me to begin his creepy Frankenstein work with the witches and warlocks. He has been experimenting with humans, turning them into these creepy, mindless zombie creatures that he controls. I’ll admit that it even gets the hairs of the back of neck standing when around those things. They can’t kill me but it’s still unearthly and I want them all destroyed as soon as my mission is complete.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

As we near the school grounds, Rowan entwines our fingers and gives me a gentle nudge. “So, I talked to my brother and asked him about what could have been used to reanimate our “Frankenstein” creatures.” “What did he say?” I ask. Rowan grimaces. “Our scientists think it might have been a spell, but when I asked him what other possibilities there were, he confirmed that it would have to be two powerful supernatural mates.” “Did he say what kind?”

Rebecca took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on Dr. Ingres. "That's how it all started," she said, her voice low. "With Dr. Jenkins's obsession with human evolution and genetic manipulation. And I assume he discovered the existence of werewolves through his research."

“Morning!” From the corner of his eye, Frank saw the ivory sculpture still sitting in the middle of the kitchen island. He turned to face it and put both hands on either side of it, palms flat on the counter. “I guess we’ll need to get some floating shelves. I don’t know why, there is something creepy about that sculpture, but I like it.” “It’s coming from a very old family of vampires. I’ll introduce you to them eventually. There are a lot of people I wouldn’t trust around you or want to know about you, but I trust them. They’re good people.”

He plants his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll come back to you," With one last kiss on my forehead, Don headed out confidently. I know he will return to me, but my fear of him facing Petrov makes my heart uneasy. Petrov is a true monster than Eddie. Eddie is the scientist, and Petrov is the Frankenstein monster. A match made in hell. "Let's go," I say as we both carefully leave the house and see the SUV parked outside with Landon in the driver's seat.

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.