Friendly Vampire Novels & Stories

"What the fuck are you talking about? You can't survive without me!" "I can! I'm perfectly well living without you! I've got friends. I've got Finn, Darren, and Colt! I've met Vincent and Will. They're vampires, but they're my friends. I've got so many animal friends! The elephants, Mr. Weasel, and the Salamanders. They're so kind to me and we take care of each other!"

I was busy abusing myself in my mind when the vampire said. "So, she is your ma-" "Yes! She's my maid!" Aaron cut him off in a rush. I mentally growled at the word "maid". Who the hell does he think he is? Maid? My foot. Now I was cursing at him in my mind, all the while shooting daggers at him with my eyes. Although, when he looked at me, I immediately wore my signature fake smile. "And Alice, he is my childhood friend, Damon." He said, proudly announcing his name.

I turned my gaze towards the vampire who owned my life, wondering if he had made a choice, his thoughts still pushing me away. “I will let you heal him. But, in return; you will not disobey me.” He compromised, carefully lifting me into his arms. I nodded, silently agreeing that I would do my best to comply with his every command. I winced slightly when a deep agony seeped through my arm as it drooped towards the ground, I couldn’t move it, and I doubted doing so would help the broken bone. Silas could sense my discomfort, but did nothing to aid me, nor did he speak. I just hoped I had enough strength left within me to heal my friend, and I prayed; above all else that it would work. Diamond

These vampires are strong and what’s worse is that there are multiple of them in here. "So… how may I help everyone at this very early hour? Vape? We got a lot of stocks right now. Tattoo? We got the best artist inside. Or just snacks," The sleeveless guy asked Raverine casually, meeting each other's sight. “Perhaps a condom for threesome…” The guy snickered. Pox was about to assault the guy but kept himself together because he knows what this guy is up to. “Just snacks,” Pox answered with a hint of boiling contempt.

"Can't we call for help?" He shot the dog a wry glance. "Call whom? Your precious packs, who would laugh to hear that a children's bogeyman is true?" "What about your vampire friends?" "Vampires have no friends, just acquaintances who are either trying to bring you down or helping someone else. Never trust them." "Funny you say that because you expect us to trust you."

The vein in her neck fluttered like a whisper, and my thirst exploded. I didn't want to hurt her. But I did. "I should've left," I muttered, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The fire within my throat had been roaring for days. My body was breaking down, and my mind was going mad. Vampires could go without feeding for a time, but not when they're surrounded by temptation. Not when the very girl you're trying to protect keeps walking into your arms, looking at you with that soft innocence that makes you forget you're anything but a monster.

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”

“Fine, I vow that I will fight the feral madness. I will fight with my last breath. Happy?" Only then did the rigidness in Daemonikai's posture ease. That would be enough for now. "No wonder people have misunderstood our friendship over the centuries." Vladya snorted, gesturing between them. "Just so you know, this is unhealthy. You are as toxic as the devil's tits."

“Strike your foe with no mercy! Make sure that you finish the opponent in front of you, the moment you get an upper hand. I don’t want any pity or compassion here. I don’t give a fuck if they’re your comrades. Finish them off!” Damien screamed, over the loud grunts, sheathing and clanging noise of metal. The whole training ground was filled with blood, sweat, and guts that spewed out from the respective vampires, lying lifeless on the floor.

There was one place she could go—among the very limited places she was allowed in the Base, this one brought her the most comfort. Once again, she had let herself grow attached to another vampire. At least Damien had acknowledged her. He had kissed her and whispered sweet words, telling her how much he loved her and whatnot. Phoenix was cold. She wasn’t sure if it was his personality or if he just had his guard up. No matter how hard she tried to make him warm up to her, he still treated her like an inconvenience. She desperately wanted a friendship—something to prove to herself that vampires weren’t as bad as everyone said they were.