Gay Vampire Books Novels & Stories

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

But I had caught her reading a book every now and then. "The books here are thousands of years old," I told her. "You can pick whatever you want, Love." We went our separate ways, searching for books that I thought would have useful information that would help Mikhail. I never let her get out of sight though. I saw the book she picked up and I saw that it was about fayes. A shy smile grew on her face. She wanted to know more about her kind. I found a book on vampire venom and thought it would be useful. I decided to not check out these books. It was easy because the library was empty just then. I put them in a bag so no one would see the titles of the books.

She cocked her head while studying my disarray closely, “I see you beat me to it.” I gasped at the sound of her insinuation. It brought back far too vividly the memories of the night she’d prepared my body for my marriage bed. “You’re disgusting,” I said, vehemently. “Am I now?” she said with raised brow. “I would have thought that having turned vampire, you might long for my ministrations again. You so readily responded when you were human. It’s common knowledge that vampires aren’t as prudish about gender like humans.”

He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

It had everything from the bloodline that formed them, to the very thing that could destroy them all. And that, she realised, was the reason this section of the library was hidden. “Guys,” she said as she skimmed through the dragon book, “I think what we’re looking for is something like this, but for vampires.” That had to be it, right? She had to be connected to vampires somehow. That Vechi vampire said it himself. “Alright, keep looking,” Isaac said. They were obviously moving faster than her. They had already gone through ten books, but Syanna felt like it was right under her nose.

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.

“That’s all you know?” By now, the other cheerleader girls had noticed Vivian and the altercation with Jojo. Girls who had been in her gang for years began to crowd forward to see what was going on. Each of them was different, each having been transformed into a vampire. As a gang of humans they had been vicious, spoiled, and mean; as a group of vampires they were even more deadly. “What’s your problem, Vivian?” one of the girls said, flashing her narrowed eyes at her.

Finally, the humans had finished being so happy, had stopped their stupid games, stopped their music, tore off their masks, and ran for their lives. They didn’t get very far. The convicts were on a rampage of looting, raping, and killing, while the released vampires went right for blood. They killed people on the spot, either tearing off their heads, or diving right for their necks and sinking their fangs in deep. They fed and fed, and soon the squares of Venice looked like a battleground. Bodies lay everywhere, storefronts were smashed, tables were turned over… And it was all just beginning. Kyle had not been this happy in years.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.